Everything stems from my own obsession. If I didn't have my own obsession for hundreds of years, maybe I wouldn't have any intersection with him.
Revenge, senseless revenge, only to find out how ridiculous it is in the end.
I smiled at the last moment of my life. The appearance of my death probably won't be very pretty, and I don't want to worry about it anymore.
Let everything go back to the past, that little cat demon who was free in the bamboo forest.
Conception: