Together we drank frost, and for seven years we lived day and night, and once we were together we had no names.
It's a cliche story about bloody things, a product of whim, all fictitious. It would be too coincidental if there are names, titles, etc. Similar to them.
Logic = 0, just looking at the service for myself, please forgive me if it's not good, if not, although they can't get together and break up, we can.
Opened on 2026.1.18
Intention: Ending things that hurt you is a kindness to yourself.