Black comes from it every night. Just like them in the story, like jet-black bats, isolated, extreme, and laissez-faire. What kind of biological chain is it? It's all so complicated. A sick girl, a boy headed for destruction. With her delicate hands, she inserted the dagger into her bulging belly. With despair, he walked on his own way back. Fantasy dream. Revenge. Pleasure. Abyss. The dim light of love dissipated with his passing, taking away her only duplicity. In every drama, she has her most exquisite smile, always standing in the center of the stage. Imprisoned and paralyzed by the dissolute souls. She will always live in the drama, and she will always be so domineering towards herself. A girl like that falls in love with someone. At once…