The moon and stars are sparse, and the autumn wind is blowing. A young man galloped past on horseback, picking up fallen leaves. The handsome face is ashen in color, the brows are slightly furrowed, the eyes are bottomless and bloodshot, the straight spine, the blood-red knife...
No one knows where he comes from, no one knows where he is going, no one knows what he is going to do, no one knows what he is thinking...