There are always some untamed souls hidden in this world. They break through the shackles of heaven, ignore the rules of the world, and refuse to bend even if they are bruised and bruised.
They use blood as ink and bones as pens, burning into immortal embers in desperate situations - they would rather burn themselves to death than bow to fate; they would rather fall on the road to charge than admit a "no".
When the whole world persuades them to "accept their fate", this group of lunatics insist on pulling the reins of fate and forging their own way of life on the edge of destruction.
