The beauty is gone, the pink skull is holding the son's hand, holding the sword to the end of the world.
I am a sinful person. Ever since I can remember, I have been instilled with this idea. I couldn't think. Until one day, a person who accidentally fell here let me know that I am a person and should think, how to think, and what issues to think about. In the end, that person left. Although he was gay, he left a sword for me, so I lived a painful life, because the collision of almost innate habits and things I could think about made me finally reach the peak. When I saw the world, I turned around and left, leaving behind the sword.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
