Pure fictional story.
He is a "player" wandering on the edge, and he also has the shackles of being controlled buried in his body; she is a quasi-law enforcer who longs for order and light.
When dreams intersect with reality, is she falling in love with an involuntary victim or a participant who plays with the rules?
Of course I'm sure.
Because of the ending of that dream——
It was me who was forced to shoot him with my own hands, and he smiled and said, "Live well."
Concept: On the edge of order and chaos, love is the only truth and belief.
