Silver Table Knife

In the fluttering skirt, there is a whisper from the east; in his arms, there is a hidden murderous intention. At sunset, the bell rings. Blood and warmth coexist, but murderous intent comes with love. A banquet with ulterior motives, a warmth that is hard to distinguish between true and false. Prey or hunter His or her silver knife cut someone's neck open, Purple dusk, unique scenery