They come from the edge of darkness, slender, melancholy, withdrawn and perverse, but as flexible as cattails, they can split through the thorns and go their own way.
The blood-hunting girl who can freely switch between coldness and gentleness, and devotes all her emotions to her "family", is both a hunter and a prey, coldly harvesting the lives of aliens.
That soul, which spans four thousand years and is as delicate and fragile as a crystal flower, watches the cycle of life and death melancholy, walks out of destiny in confusion and hesitation, and returns to destiny resolutely.
And the mixed-race girl, who is sharper than thorns and blades, will move the stagnant pointer and complete her growth story.
When rules and emotions tear apart each other, the boundary between blood clan and human nature becomes blurred, the decadence of the elders intersects with the struggle of the new generation... On that night of the blood moon, everything was pushed to an irreversible ending.
Intention: A person's character is her destiny. No matter what the outcome, those tenacious, persistent and determined flowers have bloomed brilliantly.