The dead stood up again, hungry for blood, forming an army of the dead. They rot, they resent, he
They desire revenge. Revenge against the people still alive in the world, revenge for their pedantry, revenge for their selfishness. They are unwilling, they mourn
Hurt, they long for redemption, no one understands their pain, and no one listens to their past.
Until she appeared, she was their salvation, their king, and their light. They swore to give her the most perfect world.
, A clean world without humans. They are Avengers.
The dead are meant to decay. The obsession in their hearts makes them unwilling to give up and rest in peace. He appeared, he listened to their wishes
May he soothe their uneasiness and be their salvation. They are sighers.
In this world, there is no family affection or friendship, and you can only survive at all costs.
This is hell