Walking on the long river of time, enjoying the flowers blooming on other people's bodies, bathing in the scarlet liquid, my hands have long been infected with dark colors. I thought my days would go by like this, but who knows, I accidentally joined the "Forever Hunter Cafe" to peel off the blood scabs layer by layer, and explore bit by bit the truth hidden under the disguise I weaved...
"Xia Mo has an aura about him that scares me."
"Having fallen into the abyss long ago, do I still have a chance to climb up?"
"This requiem was not created by humans, so why can humans play it?"
"Let me play this requiem for everyone, this music that leads to the underworld."
"Yun Yihan, don't you find it ironic that you, trapped in darkness, are holding this sword of judgment that symbolizes light?"
"Even if the hands you hold come from the abyss, do you still have to hold them tightly, Muchi?"
"Xia Mo, do you accept this power from the underworld?"