There was a city with rows of corpses piled outside the city.
The people in the city said: It was sent from Japan. The country is at war. People from the country are infected and cannot enter the city.
People outside the city said: It's just contagious, I just don't want to take care of it.
No one cares.
The bodies just piled there, day after day.
There was a girl who saw those dead people every day.
Those squatting in the corner, leaning against the door, and standing at the end of the corridor.
Some were very small, smaller than her.
Some are waiting for someone.
Wait for mom. Wait for dad. Waiting for someone who will never come.
She didn't know what they were called. Don't know where they come from.
But she could feel them. Cold, crying, unwilling to die.
The rules of this world are as follows:
Twelve gods control twelve places.
There is a family that specializes in business. What to buy or sell? People. Collect people from the war areas, sell the alive ones, and pile up the dead ones.
There is a family that doesn't care about anything. As long as there is peace on the surface, it doesn't matter how many people gather outside the city.
There is a family in charge. They can control what they can. I can't control it...
There is also a person who appears out of thin air and does not belong to any force. It suddenly appeared two years ago to stop those transactions that dehumanize humanity.
No one knows where he comes from. No one knows where he went.
But those who died are still there.
New ones are delivered every day.
There are old ones rotting there every day.
People in the city said: War is just like this.
People outside the city can no longer speak. This is war.
