On the side of the pillow, there is a secret of thoughts that are reluctant to speak. Above the thousand peaks, there is an arrogant galloping that is not happy with the world.
She was wandering around the world, but suddenly she was in prison. Her youth was a song that was inextricably linked to the mystery of the First Sword, singing into the clouds;
Whose appearance will be a move set by the mysterious killer organization, and whose nirvana will be the night news that wakes up the ignorant and sleepy people?