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Diamond Hands

SungJinEzio
In a surreal city governed by an invisible system called the Red Code, people’s inner honesty is measured as Innocence Scores—numbers that rise or fall depending on how truthful they are with themselves. Society has turned this system into a market, where emotions and identities are traded like stocks. Inside the decadent nightclub Lucifer Paradise, the elite maintain their power through denial, performance, and manipulation, speaking in the language of markets: LONG, SHORT, and DIAMOND HANDS. The balance of this world is disrupted when Ezio, a mysterious child who cannot lie and moves with strange “latency,” appears in the club. Instead of trading in deception, Ezio asks simple but devastating questions that expose the hidden truths people refuse to face. Each question causes Innocence Scores to spike or collapse, forcing people to confront their shadow selves—the parts of their psyche they have suppressed. Two powerful figures dominate the system: Klaus, a conductor-like architect of the market who has spent centuries shaping beautiful lies to maintain stability, and Lucifer, the charismatic bartender who profits from human denial while secretly craving the chaos of truth. As Ezio continues asking questions, the nightclub’s illusion collapses and the conflict spreads into the entire city. The event becomes known as the Red Rave, a psychological purge where people must either integrate their shadows through confession or be erased by the system itself. Forced to confront their own fears, Klaus and Lucifer realize the child represents something the market can no longer control: pure curiosity and truth. As the city descends into mass confession and psychological collapse, they choose to support Ezio rather than suppress him. The confrontation culminates at the city’s tallest tower, where Klaus finally admits the truth he feared most—that he built the entire system out of love and fear for his son. This act of honesty causes the market to break and begin rebuilding itself. In the end, the world undergoes a massive transformation as the system that once rewarded denial collapses. The market learns a new rule: Truth cannot be shorted. And the child who only asked questions becomes the catalyst for a new reality.
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