I heard my father say that there is a beauty sleeping in heaven.
With her bright red dress, snow-white lips, and wavy brown hair hanging down to her waist, she looked like an angel.
I believed my father's wonderful words,
But who knew...
The angel opened his eyes, and his blood-red eyes turned everything into dust.
Pandora regretfully covered her cheeks with her sharp nails, tears streaming from between her fingers.
But it's blood red.
From now on, the world will be plagued by disasters. This is the will of the god Zeus.
Poor, pathetic, dirty.
I kissed his lips and tasted the blood in his body for the first time.
For a moment, I felt like I had found a shoulder to lean on.
But why does my heart hurt like tearing apart?