=Introduction=
"Gitto..." The bright red blood dripped on the ground and turned a little black. The boy's hoarse voice echoed in the North Alley as he held his broken body shaky. The orange flame on his forehead flickered, as if it was about to go out at any moment, and his orange eyes were opened with great difficulty. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he fell into a pool of blood with a "Peng" sound, "Run away..."