"Tell me, is this all prepared by God?"
"I'm dying of despair now."
"Why did we do this that day?"
"Tell me, did we make a mistake from the beginning?"
Dark clouds cover the sky, and the uneven ground without a trace of light is probably just as alive as the people in it.
If you want to survive, then raise your blade and slash at them.
Keep this murderous intention forever, suppress it in your heart, and be ready to explode when necessary, using the shortest time to carry out the most perfect murder.
——Anyway, everyone has been forced into this, right?
Maybe we are so desperate now that there is no point in living anymore.
But we are still struggling and resisting.
That's because...