Kaliyuga Arena

What if you woke up with no past, no name, and a rifle in your hands?

He awakens on the cold, damp ground of a corporate war game with no memory of how he got there . He is a blank slate in a sea of chaos. But he's not just empty. He's a mirror. Whatever is broken in Aldan’s mind makes him a human chameleon; under pressure, he doesn't just panic—he absorbs the strongest personality around him, becoming them . One moment he’s a zealous soldier leading a charge , the next a cold-blooded CEO negotiating a hostile takeover , then a grief-stricken victim consumed by a stranger's pain .

But this is no game. When the arena’s creator is found murdered with a real bullet , the entire facility goes into a total lockdown, trapping everyone inside with a killer . In the ensuing manhunt, Aldan is not just a participant. He is a living weapon, a psychic time-bomb being shaped by the very monsters he’s supposed to be hunting. His mind is their battlefield.

The greatest threat, however, isn't the killer hiding in the shadows. It’s the horrifying truth of why Aldan is there. He wasn't invited to play the game.

The game was designed for him . To survive the night, he must find the truth. But to find the truth, he must first find himself—a self buried under layers of borrowed rage and phantom pain. In an arena where everyone’s story becomes his own, what happens when a man with no identity is the only one who can solve the crime?