My name is Aina, and I was once a dead person.
But now, I am alive again, my face is as pale as snow, and my lips have no trace of blood. Now, I only rely on medicine to stay alive. Whether this is sad or joyful has nothing to do with me. My only mission is to find someone.
The person who rescued me told me long ago that he had rescued many dead people and gave them the same task, which was to find him. The medicine cannot be stopped and you will be given half a year. In other words, failure in the mission means death.
My curiosity is not serious. I don't want to explore the past and complicated relationship between them, which may be sad or happy. I don't care about these, yes, the only thing I care about is to survive. Such a simple sentence is so difficult and impossible for me to achieve. Just like the stars in the dark night sky that seem to be within reach but out of reach.
Stay alive.
It's ridiculous, for a dead man, it's ridiculous.