Death is not scary. What is scary is wandering in a place with nowhere to escape. In order to survive, I can only put on the coat of death and stretch out my bloody hands.
The god of death who was killed by me accidentally but returned again, the demon who merged with my second personality, and the hollow, numb, cruel and heartless girl.
Do you think they are scary?
No, instead they taught me how to survive here.
Everyone is lonely. However, who can say that loneliness is not a kind of salvation?
Are you alone?
So welcome to Forbidden Zone 13.
[This article combines darkness and joy, black humor and imaginative thinking, suitable for both men and women]