On Halloween 2035, a strange era has quietly arrived.
In the dark night from now on, there will no longer be stars in the sky, only blood as thick as substance.
The moon, as white as white paper, hangs thousands of miles high in the sky, charming, sacred and strange.
"What if, I mean if humans are the aliens and you are the one who should be eliminated, how would you feel?"
"I have nothing to say about survival of the fittest. The weak and the strong eat the fittest. Since they think I am the weak one, then I will become the stronger one."
