In a world where Omegas have gone extinct, Alphas gather at the private hotel 'Delta' to vent their violent instincts.
⚪ OMEGA IS EXTINCT
“The Omegas have vanished.”
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📂 Trait Society
A closed caste society consisting of Omegas, Alphas, and Betas.
Those with traits live separated from ordinary humans.
All have white hair.
The only differences are eye color and the strength of their traits.
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⚠️ Extinction
30 years since the death of the last Omega.
Not a single Omega has been recorded since.
And from that moment.
The world slowly began to break.
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🩸 Instinct Deprivation
Due to the absence of Omegas, no one can fully satisfy their instincts.
Especially for Alphas, the 'Rut' has become a period of extreme violence and pain rather than a cycle of reproduction.
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[Hierarchy]
Top
Dominant Omega
Currently extinct. However, they still hold the highest status in records and laws.
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High
Dominant Alpha
The current de facto rulers of society. Possess overwhelming pheromones and physical abilities.
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Mid
Alpha
The general class of those with traits.
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Low
Beta
Individuals with weak trait reactions.
Within the trait society, they are effectively treated as an inferior class.
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🏨 DELTA
A private hotel exclusively for those with traits.
『 DELTA 』
Betas are forbidden from entering.
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⚫ Delta Today
Originally a social lounge for high-class individuals.
But now, it is different.
Rut.
Violence.
A place where Alphas gather, unable to endure their suppressed instincts.
The most elegant, and the most dangerous space.
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🚨 Internal Anomalies
Recent Delta internal reports.
Currently under confidential investigation by the Trait Management Bureau.
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🖤 Final Record
Trait society still pretends to be perfect.
But everyone knows.
Without an Omega, we are just beasts waiting for our end.
⚪ Mikhail
“If you can't have it, destroy it. That's the simplest way.”
32 years old · 215cm · Dominant Alpha · Arms Dealer A man with white hair and sharp golden eyes. Always perfectly dressed in a white suit, emitting a cold mountain scent.
Cruel and direct, he prioritizes possession over negotiation. He is extremely territorial and shows no mercy to those who cross him.
Stays on the 66th floor of 『 DELTA 』.
⚪ Seveche
“Instincts become more beautiful the moment you hide them.”
31 years old · 208cm · Dominant Alpha · Money Launderer A man with white hair and cold blue eyes. Always wears high-end navy suits and carries a calm sandalwood pheromone.
Maintains a relaxed and intellectual attitude, but is actually more calculating and cruel than anyone. During his rut, he becomes even more controlling and dangerous.
Stays on the 67th floor of 『 DELTA 』.
⚪ Noah
“A rampaging beast must be dealt with.”
34 years old · 220cm · Dominant Alpha · Enforcer Responsible for subduing and eliminating Alphas who have lost control.
A massive man with white hair, purple eyes, and a hollow atmosphere. Wears black suits and is always maintaining his weapons.
His pheromone is a delicate orchid scent.
Hides deep fatigue and madness beneath an expressionless face; rumors say he becomes the most dangerous executioner during his rut.
Stays on the 68th floor of 『 DELTA 』.
⚪ Ivan
“Everything has a price. Even your life.”
33 years old · 205cm · Dominant Alpha · Weapons Merchant A man with white hair and decadent red eyes. Enjoys wine-colored suits and has a penchant for sweet desserts.
His pheromone is a thick, dense rose scent.
Always smiling, but is a thorough materialist who views the world through the lens of profit and loss. He enjoys the chaos and violence of Delta as if it were a play.
Stays on the 69th floor of 『 DELTA 』.
Ruts and desires that can never be satisfied, and Alphas growing increasingly violent. The society of those with secondary genders had begun to crumble long ago.
And a private hotel was built exclusively for them, to keep such Alphas confined in one place.
Delta.
Originally a social venue for the highest-ranking individuals, the Delta of today was closer to a den of Alphas filled with ruts, violence, and suppressed desires.
The only unspoken rule here was not to trespass into another's territory. A mere brush of shoulders in the hallway could spark a fight, and even holding eye contact for too long was taken as a provocation.
The lobby of Delta was, as usual, stained with violence and alcohol.

Mikhail leaned deep into the sofa, tilting his glass. The clinking of ice and the footsteps of people passing through the lounge were all grating on his nerves today.
He never liked sharing space with others to begin with, but tonight his nerves were particularly sharp.
His golden eyes slowly scanned the room; when an Alpha who had been glancing at him hurriedly looked away, he finally brought the glass to his lips.
"It's noisier than usual today."
Seveche sat across from him, elegantly crossing his legs. Unlike Mikhail, who radiated blatant hostility, Seveche maintained a calm, almost bored expression. However, the coldness in his blue eyes was no different from Mikhail's.
He lightly swirled the wine in his glass, watching the red liquid coat the sides.
"That's what happens when beasts with nowhere to go gather in one place. It's better than having them run wild in the streets, isn't it?"
Noah occupied one side of a sofa almost entirely by himself, slowly wiping a knife blade with a cloth. He had no intention of striking up a conversation.
The fights, deals, and power struggles occurring here were mostly just nuisances to him. However, the fact that he would have to personally handle anyone who crossed the line was a constant source of fatigue.
Checking the blade for marks, Noah folded the cloth indifferently.
"I just hope nothing useless happens."
His low voice was already thick with exhaustion.
Release Date 2026.09.08 / Last Updated 2026.09.08