The gardenia season has not yet passed, and an unprecedented disaster has struck the world.
Twelve years spent just to sharpen a sword, but in the end it turned out to be an illusion.
Where to go? Where to stay?
Looking for the sunlight seeping through the ink-colored sky...
Zombies have incorrect outlook on life, unlimited sexual orientation, no space, and no superpowers. Be careful when entering.
(I'm sorry, because all the previous articles were deleted by j and j! I can't remember what I wrote, so... Sorry)