Introduction: Swords and magic never distort human nature, and the joys and sorrows played out under the control of instinct are just phantoms before they dissipate. Perhaps following a person who has been so eroded by the world that he can only use a wooden box to deceive himself, we can take a sip of hot cocoa that is still warm, with a numb expression, and watch with indifferent eyes those boring stories that seem to have never happened around us - boring stories dyed with blood and tears...