You gave her the night, and she could only walk in the night.
But:
——I give you light, do you want it?
——Light, what is it?
——Light is your tomorrow, your new life.
--I want.
*Control the paranoia on your face→The pure girl who was raised to waste←The rescuer of the abyss
All members are involved, no abuse of women, short story, ending to be determined.