Preface
When the lights came on again, F's head was hanging on the table. There was a small red hole on his forehead, and blood was flowing out drop by drop. The artery in his neck was cut with a deep scar, and a large amount of blood stained the white sweater. A slender silver knife with a yellow hair on the end was shot into his chest. The glass of wine he had just started to drink spilled all over the tablecloth, and white smoke was rising slightly.
Strangely, there was an expression like a smile on his face.
Cry! ! ! I'm sorry for F, I'm sorry for everyone who likes F!