(Double male protagonists, don't spray if you don't like it)
When the lights of the city completely swallow up the crescent moon's dim light, have you ever thought that in those dark gaps where neither sunlight nor neon can shine in, someone is building a stronghold with flesh and blood.
They guard the unknown battlefield, and every breath hangs on the survival of human civilization. In the corner where no one cares, they silently wrestle with the invisible collapse.
It's okay, but I can't understand it a bit