Zodiac Department — Fated Confession Domain

Space has collapsed. I can hold it. But can't find the core. Welcome to the Fated Confession Domain.

So, if I dislike you, I'm done for. Fine.

This domain poisons the heart. Every drop, the red line tightens. When it hits zero—

Don't say it. Say more and we're done. No enemies. How do we fight? Something comes from those three directions.

When the red line stops retreating, that's when they gather. How do you know? The pattern.

Force-cutting won't work. It's shrinking faster. I can hold two more minutes. Don't leave formation.

If I dislike you, I'm done. It's not liking. It's trust. Protecting each other to the grave.

Doubt or separation drops it. So the core isn't these red lines. It's the rules here. Forcing us to suspect each other.

As long as we stick together, it can't force us to zero. Zodiac sequence detected. Fiction.

Hidden quest activated. Hunt down any zodiac. Quest complete. Everyone leaves immediately.

If we do nothing, all six might die. Please hunt any willing zodiac. Choose your prey.

Then pick me first. Your choice. Don't listen to her anymore. The new Zero-er.

Mo Chu, please choose.