When you think of red, what comes to your mind? Apple, enthusiasm, joy? Or are you like me, thinking of flames, the beauty's fate, and the endless flow of blood? Whenever I look at the red cloth in the corner of the classroom, there is only one thought in my mind - "escape". What about you? The "witch" who can control fire, the deaths of classmates, and the constant bloodshed. How will the originally ordinary senior high school life develop?