Welcome to the Wright Institute. A place where the broken are fixed, the lost are found, and nothing is ever what it seems. Number 13. The Fallen King. A strategist. A manipulator. A god in his own mind. He doesn't feel. He doesn't care. People are pieces-he moves them, breaks them, discards them. He's been waiting for something-anything-to make him react. And then she appears. Number 7. The Fallen Angel. A beautiful disaster. A product of obsession and cruelty, raised to twist love into a weapon. She doesn't seek redemption-only the freedom to burn, even if it means taking everything with her. But she hasn't met him. Are they broken beyond saving? Or is it the theory of perfection that needs repair? Welcome to the experiment. Try not to become part of it.