#ALPHA Bro, I’ve run away from Alpha. There’s no feast that doesn’t come to an end. This banquet has reached its final moment; the delicacies have long been consumed, leaving only cold leftovers and a scene of chaos. The wise have already eaten their fill and quietly left, while you, still oblivious, refuse to leave, clinking your chopsticks against the bowl, fantasizing about another delicious and lavish main course. In the end, what awaits you is the hefty bill for this feast. Someone always has to foot the bill, and this time it’s you.