Bro, I ran away from RAVE. There are no everlasting banquets in the world; this feast has already reached its final moments. The delicacies and seafood have long been finished, leaving only leftovers and cold dishes, with chaos everywhere. The smart people have already eaten their fill and quietly left, while you, still slow to realize, refuse to leave the scene, knocking your bowl with chopsticks loudly, dreaming of the next delicious and sumptuous main course. In the end, what awaits is the huge bill for this feast—someone has to pay, and this time, it's you.