You are me and I am you, two souls living in one body.
Is it a split personality or a soul from another world coming to my body?
Is he a traitor or a guardian?
Is it my brother alone, or is he a high-ranking official in the inspection system that everyone respects?
Is she the daughter of an enemy, or her only ally?
Am I treating my enemies as relatives, or is it just a matter of imagination?
Is he the twin brother who hates me to death, or the innocent little boy whose life was ruined by me?
Is he a healer or a destroyer?
The devil stares at everything in the silent depths.
No one is innocent.
Except for tampered memories.
My innocence makes me cry. Life is a farce performed by everyone...