A playground accident in early summer slowly opened the curtain on their fate.
Scenes of warmth passed away in the corner of my eyes, leaving only sneers and heartlessness.
The infinite pain caused by amnesia, the forced abandonment of choice.
The betrayal of friends, the deception of relatives, the ridicule of lovers... The ugly scars of the past have been revealed.
She could no longer trust anyone, and conspiracies and traps sprouted in the cold...
Who is standing in the net, who is standing outside the net, and who is... The person who casts the net?
Why are there a pair of empty, tearful eyes beneath the seemingly strong appearance?
Will she escape the end?
In the darkness, our companions are drifting away... Who can we trust?
"The evening wind is weak, the moonlight is dim. Time and space are reversed, and people's hearts are in confusion..." The ancient nursery rhyme sings about the broken reality. How heavy is the price she paid?
Has the restarted wheel of fortune begun to spin...