Group -v1.... | -eng- Go-- Secret Society Dead Bunny

Leo should have thrown it away. Instead, he typed the code on the wrapper into a site that didn’t exist five minutes ago. The screen went black, then flickered to a single phrase:

The invitation arrived folded inside a hollowed-out chocolate egg. No return address. Just a watermark of a limp-eared rabbit, X’s for eyes, and the words: -ENG- Go-- Secret Society Dead Bunny Group -V1....

Leo learned fast: join the Dead Bunny, and you stop being prey. You become the hole the truth crawls into to hide from the world that killed it. Leo should have thrown it away