A foolish girl, vibrant and strange. Her face is nearly hidden beneath a shaggy lock of hair slipping from her chignon, mirroring the jellyfish stickers drifting across the wall above her bed. She harbors a twisted obsession with bootleg video games sold by old men. An innocent, a precious star... a deceiver.

In these games, she is the shooter. She is the target. She must stay alert, yet she cannot be trusted. The game may reflect betrayal, treachery leaking from her waking life. Or perhaps it mirrors her insecurities, her gnawing thoughts, her inner rot, rendered as absurd spectacle.

She might feel sick, envious, guilty. But there's joy in the delusion, just like in the counterfeit games she adores. She will be deceived. And betrayal waits patiently.