Empty Shell

They walk under the sun, wearing faces that are no different from you and me, smiling, greeting, and blending into the crowd. But deep in the reflection in the mirror, there was an inhuman coldness dormant. When the world becomes a chessboard, "Every child I gave birth to was a result of selfish desires." The gods whispered, crushing living beings with their fingertips. ——You are convinced that you are playing chess, Rather than a chess piece at someone else's fingertips? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.