The last ray of light in the sky stopped. Night is like splashing ink, terror and darkness are desperately breeding in the night, trying to spread darkness into everyone's heart. I caressed your melancholy face, wanting to wipe away the resentment in your eyes, but after I heard your story, I realized that the world would be desolate if it could not give out a trace of blood every day. Gradually, I am like you, not for the next life, but for new life, so that love and hate can bloom in the body of the doll...