I'm not afraid of loneliness, because I've long been used to it. I'm not afraid of being alone, because I've always been on my own.
I don't want to be alone anymore, so I became an adult. But why am I still lonely...?
I admit I'm selfish. I just hoped I could hold on to more. But in the end, my hands were empty...
The living and the dead really do belong to different worlds...
Perhaps only fangs and blood are forever!
A cursed family has only two paths ahead. Die, or become a ghost?
