⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀The world of Ninea is a conveyor belt. Conveyor of Her Majesty of Death. He easily absorbs and grinds tens of thousands of lives every hour. He licks his lips and yells: “More, more and more!” Here social status is determined by strength and... blood. The first is often a consequence of the second. Power belongs to the Great Clans, who absolutely do not care whether you want to be here or not. But having pulled out a “lucky” ticket, anyone will have to prove their right to life.... Stefan, getting ready for nature and dreaming of an unforgettable night with the most beautiful girl on Earth for him, could not even imagine in a nightmare that just a day later someone else would smile at him. The one with the Scythe.⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀