The world ends, time is barren, rules collapse, and people's hearts are overturned.
We walked through the wilderness, through the ruins, through the world full of mourners, and finally reached the end of the road. The road we have walked is collapsing step by step behind us, and we cannot look back or stay.
At the end of the road, is there a glimmer of hope or doomed together?
Chuunibyou, Mary Sue, handicapped, scummy writing, bloody play, pure fabrication
Young master attack VS flat chest pain, updated approximately every 5 days.