Despair breeds from fear, waking up from dreams again and again, as if there is no end.
Scarlet blood spreads from the end of the world, announcing the end of time and space. The intertwined world gradually turned into powder in the next second at a speed that could not be touched by the naked eye, turning into black and red dust.
It seemed that no one noticed or noticed that he and the world were disappearing.
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The above copywriting has nothing to do with the main text.
I changed the text several times and finally decided on the theme.
The heroine engages in a high-risk profession
But you won't really die
But the various ways of death are really trivial.
Meet many people, make many friends, encounter many things, and explore different worlds. Is there anything happier than this?