He is a notorious bandit leader, smart, powerful, cruel and ruthless. I like to collect, but I also like to destroy.
He, from a cute otaku to a cold ghoul overnight, struggled to find his place in the cracks. An unexpected time travel made him become that person's collection.
Survival or destruction? Is it true or is it deception? Is it love or hate?
With just one thought, things change and people change!
Is it too late to regret?