Are we dead, or are we still alive?
Agnostic emotional desires exploded in my heart, and the survival instinct of a creature roared in despair.
Risk everything and play the game of death.
This is the last feast of the dead. Terror and death are everywhere. Arsenic condenses in the golden wine glass. Murder is hidden under the harmless appearance. The final way out to new life is also hopeless and unknown.
We fight crazily for our foolish dreams. As gamblers, we will never give up even if we fight until the last drop of blood is shed.
Just because we know that hope is just ahead.
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In fact, it's a happy story about a couple working together to play games~
This article is a story about a beast dressed as a beast, but with less ambiguity. It is a story about boiling a frog in warm (cold) water.