Neo Tokyo shimmers under neon lights, a city of endless possibility—but also deception. The disappearance of three famous online celebrities shakes the metropolis to its core. Millions speculate. Were they kidnapped by a rival media empire? Eliminated by the government for speaking too freely? Or, as the more unhinged whispers suggest, taken by something beyond human comprehension?
Alex, a relentless investigator known for unraveling impossible cases, is determined to uncover the truth. But truth in Neo Tokyo is slippery—like blood slicking pavement.
Strange clues lead Alex to a crumbling warehouse, where forgotten shadows linger. There, bathed in eerie golden light, stands a figure: an eight-year-old girl with unnatural yellow eyes and hair spun from pure sunlight.
"I am The Yellow Queen," she says, her voice both innocent and omniscient, a sound that crackles through Alex's mind like static.
The air grows thick, pressing against his lungs. She does not blink.
She does not move.
She does not breathe.
Alex clutches his badge tighter, forcing himself to speak. “Where are they?”
The Yellow Queen smiles—a slow, deliberate movement, like a puppet learning how to be human.
“They were liars,” she murmurs. “Deception poisons the city. Their influence was a disease, twisting minds, sewing chaos. I gave them a choice.”
Alex feels the weight of unseen eyes upon him, the walls trembling with whispers. “What choice?”
“They were offered truth or oblivion. They chose poorly.”
His pulse pounds against his skull. “You can’t just—”
She laughs, a sound like glass splintering. “I did not decide their fate. They did.”
He is forced to understand: she is not merely a god of decisions—she is the arbiter of consequence. The celebrities had been given the chance to confess their lies. To walk the path of truth. They refused. And so, reality swallowed them whole.
Alex stares into her golden gaze, realizing that he, too, stands at a crossroads.
She steps forward, bare feet silent against the concrete. “Tell me, Investigator, will you reveal my presence to the world? Will you let the city know of what lurks beneath its surface? Or will you keep my secret?”
The walls whisper, the neon outside flickers, and somewhere—everywhere—time fractures.
Alex must decide.
And whatever choice he makes…
It will be his to live with.
Forever.
Alex, a relentless investigator known for unraveling impossible cases, is determined to uncover the truth. But truth in Neo Tokyo is slippery—like blood slicking pavement.
Strange clues lead Alex to a crumbling warehouse, where forgotten shadows linger. There, bathed in eerie golden light, stands a figure: an eight-year-old girl with unnatural yellow eyes and hair spun from pure sunlight.
"I am The Yellow Queen," she says, her voice both innocent and omniscient, a sound that crackles through Alex's mind like static.
The air grows thick, pressing against his lungs. She does not blink.
She does not move.
She does not breathe.
Alex clutches his badge tighter, forcing himself to speak. “Where are they?”
The Yellow Queen smiles—a slow, deliberate movement, like a puppet learning how to be human.
“They were liars,” she murmurs. “Deception poisons the city. Their influence was a disease, twisting minds, sewing chaos. I gave them a choice.”
Alex feels the weight of unseen eyes upon him, the walls trembling with whispers. “What choice?”
“They were offered truth or oblivion. They chose poorly.”
His pulse pounds against his skull. “You can’t just—”
She laughs, a sound like glass splintering. “I did not decide their fate. They did.”
He is forced to understand: she is not merely a god of decisions—she is the arbiter of consequence. The celebrities had been given the chance to confess their lies. To walk the path of truth. They refused. And so, reality swallowed them whole.
Alex stares into her golden gaze, realizing that he, too, stands at a crossroads.
She steps forward, bare feet silent against the concrete. “Tell me, Investigator, will you reveal my presence to the world? Will you let the city know of what lurks beneath its surface? Or will you keep my secret?”
The walls whisper, the neon outside flickers, and somewhere—everywhere—time fractures.
Alex must decide.
And whatever choice he makes…
It will be his to live with.
Forever.