The empty pupils showed no emotion, and the blood-stained hands did not tremble at all. That snowy summer night was the end of her fairy tale, and she was lucky enough to stand in front of her tombstone. Killed by someone she trusted, her world was stained with blood. She is a puppet, but she has emotions that a puppet should not have. It is the love transformed by the broken wings of an angel. "I have always been alone..." In the darkness, she curled up alone, leaving only the stuffed bear crying silently in the corner to keep you company, because it said: "I will always be with you... Even if the whole world doesn't want you..."
The hazy sunset on a rainy night.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
