The eternal twisted lullaby is the death knell every time he wakes up.
Trapped in a brightly colored but eerie infinite corridor, he lost his name and past, becoming the only soul in need of atonement in a huge chain of sin. His "companions" are a group of silent or abnormal "tourists": a black-haired boy with anxious eyes who repeatedly hesitates to speak; a crimson figure holding a doll girl, whose skirt is like blood; and the pale boy with an innocent and crazy smile who stubbornly calls him "cousin".
Death is the norm here. He was dragged into the reincarnation of despair again and again, ended by the hands of his "beloved" in familiar scenes, and at the end of the pain he glimpsed memory fragments - under the glory of the family he came from, the blood of filth and sacrifice of others flowed. Those "companions" surrounding him were all devoured dead souls, and he was the sacrifice to repay them all.
The only variable was the black-haired boy who was always trying to get close to him and protect him. He seems to be the only sober light in this hopeless land, knowing the rules and silently conveying warning and vitality. From vigilance to dependence, in the countless intertwining of life and death, a bond that transcends friendship quietly grows and becomes the only warmth in the cold reincarnation. One of them is struggling to survive in the light, and the other is watching and guiding in the dark, and together they fight against the cruel law built by resentment.
Concept: The prototype comes from a dream of mine, so the style is rather weird and dream-core.
