Creeping, surging, toadstools that grow silently in the dark environment. Killing, darkness, cruelty, and blood, that is the knock on the door of the god of death that devours the world. The gentle sadistic expressions on the men's faces were like a huge spider web, entangled in him and suffocating him. The cruel gear rotates, rattling over the worn-out body, out-of-date thoughts, and dying love. Once glorious, abandoned stadium, it rolled over the corpses of losers and the wreckage of the weak. It crushes everything that goes against them. Afterwards, there will be new and cold feelings, standing above the desolation of the past, like a tombstone commemorating the past. What's wrong, are you crying? What's wrong, are you starting to cry now? It's still early, it's really early. The night has not yet arrived, so don't be in a hurry to cry. The heart-gnawing imprisonment is not the most tragic scene. The coming massacre will make everything even more desperate. Of course you don't know the boundless vastness and boundless chaos. They are all thinking that they can't write your name on the wedding invitation together in this life, so it might not be a bad thing to have it engraved on the tombstone together.