Whose call remains on the windowsill, guiding me to escape divine judgment. The blood is still hot, splashing into color at night, and under the stars and moon, the tongue of desire is licking it. Who can stop this unforgivable sin, save this angel who fell to hell, and restore the long-lost law... The conspiracy of the encounter and the sleeping truth echo in the heart, who will save the blood-stained girl and guide her to find the direction of her heart...
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