If you can only live in darkness and cannot see the light, will you think like her and do whatever it takes to get the light? "Sister, what's your name?" She smiled, "I don't know either." "How is that possible? My mother said that everyone has a name." "Maybe." She didn't know if the blood on her hands would allow her to see the light, but she had to do this, not only for the light but also for her life. In the eyes of those people, the organization she belongs to is so mysterious and happy with revenge, but what is the reality? Everything is just people's imagination, and the darkness is full of filth.