Post-Civilization, I Am Dominated by Emotions!

[Slow heat] [The plot is slower] In the wasteland, under the apocalypse, sin has built a tower, killing has built a wall, deception has turned into thorns, pain is like a plague, and screams are endless. They pluck out your eyes so you can see the world clearly. They block your ears so you can't hear despair. They cover your mouth so you can't protest. They peel your chest open and let you give selflessly. They are only interested in profit and enjoy the gains. They take out your heart, make you distinguish right from wrong, and sing panic songs loudly. When turbidity becomes the norm, sobriety becomes sinful. In this gray-black theme picture, there are still a few stars, but compared with them, they are weak and powerless... This is the story of a boy who is covered in wounds and no longer believes in goodness, and searches for or protects goodness in the midst of sin.