They are the darlings of the world, but they still have untouched sadness.
For the sake of the nobility of the end, they watched the filthiness of the human world with cold eyes.
Whisper in the ear.
"Destiny has already begun, what can you do?"
The wounds that have never scarred are torn, and the blood and flesh are stained on the paper, using blood as ink to write the legend of the passing years. . .
You.
Are you ready?
In fact, we have already been arranged.
——Foreword