"The game begins."
Cold orders were delivered via text message, bound by an invisible web.
Like a bird whose wings have been cut off and unable to fly.
Holding the phone tightly, shaking.
"——, Death."
The message of death is conveyed, and the blood on the other end is splashed in all directions.
A survival game that never stops, transcending time and space.
Madness, panic, rage, sadness.
Suicide and death.
"This is a trap."
"It can stop the game."
"Three-fifths of the people are already dead, and you're just talking nonsense!!!"
Desire for salvation in adversity, a simple and foolish desire.
"Love?"
The fire ax sliced open the belly, revealing pink internal organs.
"... I love you,——"
Cut out the heart of the corpse, lower his head and kiss his lover, pointing the pistol at the temple.
"Bang——!"
Because I love you, I don't want to see you crazy.
Like a bird whose wings have been cut off and unable to fly.