Everyone's life should be brilliant. But the seventeen-year-old Joe did not feel any specialness about himself. Like anyone who had ever died in this land, he was hastily buried and no one remembered. She once fancied that she was the protagonist of the story, waiting for a knight to come with light - until Christmas Eve, she stood on a bridge and looked at the dark river. How would she feel? Can she wait for her savior?
Intention: Two-way redemption