The woman discovered that the husband she married, the person she loved most, had been killed and replaced by another person early on. Her happy life had been all false, and an indescribable and twisted hatred surged into her heart. She went to the killer to erase everything.
[That love turned into nostalgia, turned into regret, turned into resentment, turned into despair, and finally gave up.
I want to enter a dream, a beautiful and happy place. I want to break free from the hands that hold me, destroy this drama, tear this same face apart.
There are three killers, coming in response to hatred.
The first moment suddenly arises from the empty black, disappears in the black, jumps in the white, and is consumed.
The second sudden birth was in the prosperity of betrayal, listening to the noise and moving forward wounded.
The third time he suddenly looked at the pale and fragile face, turned around decisively, abandoned it, smiled, and evaporated.