In a fractured, neon-lit America where reality is broadcast and pain is profit, Tony Granhs is nobody—a washed-up man scraping by on scraps and stream views, his life fed live to a world too numb to care.
Until one night, his feed glitches.
A strange message. A time. A place. No sender. No explanation.
What begins as curiosity quickly spirals into a game with no name and no rules—only blood. Tony’s every move is watched, rated, consumed. And as the body count rises, so does his infamy.
But he’s not the only one playing.
Far above the chaos, a decorated detective watches the feeds with interest. Sergeant Andresson Nagihure is a man of the law. A hero, some say. But the truth behind the badge is stitched with secrets—and soaked in crimson.
As their paths twist toward each other, the line between hunter and hunted, justice and spectacle, begins to blur.
Because in this city, death is content.
And the real monster always wears a mask.