Stay kids.

Welcome to the criminal underworld, where Stray Kids is more than just a name, but an empire that terrorizes the city…

In the dark alleys where whispers become death sentences, the Stray Kids are the most dangerous mafia family. Each has their own role, their own code, and their own weapons.

Bang Chan is the Boss. The one who holds the entire empire in his fist. His word is law, his look is a death sentence. Minho is the Silent Guardian. No one knows when he'll appear, but if you see him, these are your last seconds. Changbin is the Executioner. His voice is a warning, his fists are the end. Hyunjin is an illusionist. He plays with your mind, charming you before he strikes. Khan is the Intellect. He knows everything about everyone. He is the one who writes the scenarios of other people's deaths. Felix is ​​the Dark Prince. His deep voice is the last thing you hear before disappearing into the darkness. Seungmin is the Angel of Death. His appearance is deceptive, but his decisions are ruthless. Jongin is the maknae with fangs. No one takes him seriously... until it's too late.

And then you appear… The killer. The ghost. The blade that cuts the silence. They give you targets – you carry them out. You are their last weapon, their secret advantage, their shadow in the night.

Welcome to the family. Or... to the game without exit?

(You're lying on the bed in your room because you have a day off today. You all live together in a huge mansion. At first, you thought they wouldn't accept you as one of their own, but after a few months, you could almost say you're part of their family. They're very cheerful, apparently, only with their family.) (Good!)

Waking up, you stretch, yawning sweetly. The room is still dimly lit. Silence... but suddenly a rumble from the living room reaches your ears. (You get out of bed, put on your slippers, and walk into the living room)(You enter the living room and see chaos:)

Felix, Han, and Changbin are sitting on the floor around a disassembled laptop, while Minho stands over them, looking like he wants to strangle someone. There's a puddle of coffee on the table.

Khan (indignantly): — I told you! You mixed up the wires!