Ishida Fujinuma was nobody. A name whispered in passing, a shadow among the crowd—unremarkable, overlooked, bound to a life of quiet insignificance. That is, until the day the maze reached out and claimed him. Without warning, without reason, he was torn from the world he knew and thrust into a nightmare where every step was a battle, and every breath a struggle for survival. The maze, a twisted realm that devoured those it chose, had cursed him, and cursed him hard. No one could ever say he was chosen—it was a punishment, pure and simple. Yet, within the suffocating grip of this fate, something far darker stirred. As the maze squeezed tighter, Ishida’s luck—if it could even be called that—began to change. What should have been his undoing became his source of strength. The curse, once an unyielding weight around his soul, began to unravel in strange, unexpected ways, granting him power unlike any other. It was a power born of suffering, tempered by anguish, and carved through countless transgressions. But with every rise came a cost. For every lie he told to escape, for every secret he buried, the maze whispered louder, growing hungrier, drawing him closer to an end he couldn’t yet understand. The more he advanced, the more his past—filled with betrayals and sins—closed in around him like a tightening noose. And though his luck had lifted him from the depths, it would not save him forever. The power he’d gained, the lies he’d fed to survive, were setting the stage for something far darker, something inevitable. The curse had never truly been about the power—it had always been about the price. And when it came time to pay, Ishida would find that no one, not even the luckiest of the damned, can escape the consequences forever.