People who are not acknowledged, stories that are not taken seriously, ideas that make no sense, and actions that refuse to be constrained.
A naturally cruel egoist, a hot-blooded detective who hates evil, a person with a conscience but no emotions, and an irrational bystander.
The story begins in the 1990s, an era full of opportunity and rampant brutality. Evil sprouts in the crevices of skyscrapers, while money and conscience contend with human nature. The good are scorned, the poor are blamed. Everyone is a singular case in the universe, and everyone is also a grain of sand swept along by the tide. People move forward, the world moves upward, and those who no longer fit in are outcasts.
This story focuses on the plot, and the characters' romantic arcs may be limited. Please bear with me. Thank you very much.
Content warnings: the bottom is not a virgin; pseudo-incest.
Theme: The world of fame and fortune is an octagonal cage, where the fighting never ends and the bloodshed never stops. Violence is the brutal face of the struggle for profit. Sincerity and love are what make a person human.
