"I have witnessed your death countless times in my dreams. I remember the sharp knife that pierced your throat, the cold reflection when it was raised and the sticky blood stained on it. I looked at you and smiled, watching the blood gushing out from the wound on your neck and between your lips and teeth, and then you died."
"I will always remember the roses you gave me, every time you laughed, and you said the world I existed in was just a cage that bound my nature."
"If you give me another chance, I will not hide away, but will choose to follow you. You once said that there are no rules in this world, and now I am willing to break them and go to your hell."
"So, please, don't leave again, okay?"
[Not a rigorous introduction]
Shirley Landon doesn't like the city of Gotham. She had an innocent yearning that she could reverse her unfortunate fate by herself. Her life should be a smooth road, an inspirational, positive road to success, burning with high morale. All obstacles will vanish in front of her mind and will, and a rare genius will burn brightly. However, there is always a but in her fate, which will push her into the abyss, destroy her normal life, force her to despair, and make her live at the bottom forever. The city she wanted to escape from had quietly surrounded her and turned into an impenetrable iron wall.
She never really escaped from there.
This is not a path to redemption, it is just a story that has been criticized. There are no flowers, sunshine, donuts and croissants in the story. There is no direct sunlight. It is full of hopeful things and scenes that will appear. There is only blood, cold machines, and creepy laughter. It is the bloody truth that emerges after all these beautiful disguises are torn apart. It's crazy love and unredeemable depravity. About Shirley Langdon, about Jerome Valeska.
Intention: The Path of Fall