In this alien world of cannibalism, people are alive but seem dead. The lives of common people are as lowly as ants. She comes from the future time and space, and is unwilling to be reduced to the soul of fate. She has a delicate heart with seven orifices, covered with dust by feudalism. She thought she found the beacon of fate, but it was just a dream. She smiled softly, holding a long sword in her hand, and cut through the shackles of fate amidst the lightning and thunder: I don't belong here, why do I want to listen to your noise!