The myths that have been passed down in this world for thousands of years have almost disappeared today, leaving us to think that they were just stories about our ancestors fearing nature and passing the time; in the busy city, we each play our own role, and they may be around us, trying to live like ordinary people.
I am a person who has lost the memory of before I was ten years old. Who is my family? Who am I? I have never been able to find a really reliable answer. I only know that I seem to have extraordinary courage to face all mysterious and unknown things, but I still collect them like stories. So what do I hear? So what if I saw it with my own eyes? As long as it doesn't happen to me and affects my life, everything will be fine, that's what I thought at first.
Later I learned that God would not let me go. Even if I have no memory of everything I have done, am I still responsible...?