I believed in justice until justice betrayed me.
Now, I am the order itself.
Five years ago, I was the proud son of the police academy, sunny and cheerful, and believed in the law.
Five years later, I was the new gang leader, ruthless and only believed in myself.
Everyone thought that my return was for a blood-soaked revenge.
Including the one who pushed me into the abyss.
But they were both wrong.
My blade is turned inward, cutting through sin; my muzzle is pointed upward, aiming at God.
On the top of the Palace of Mirrors, that lunatic old enemy with mysophobia said to me:
"Welcome to hell, companion."
Until the blind female perfumer pulled my sleeve in the rain.
She said: "Sir, it's raining in your heart."
At that moment, for the first time, cracks appeared in the cold world I had carefully constructed.
But I didn't know that what this rain would wash out was my own... Way back to the world.
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[Read this book and you will see]
>A highly intelligent philosophical game: not traditional good and evil, but the ultimate collision of two "salvation" concepts.
＞A soul chasing the glimmer of light in the darkness: how he completed the transformation from "executor" to "definer" in extreme loneliness.
>An emotional connection beyond love: She is the only person who can "smell" the color of his soul, and is the only true mirror in his dark world.
This is not a story about revenge.
This is an epic story about how to rebuild a temple with your own hands on the ruins of faith.
