Hunter: The Tenth Month

We promised we'd stay together forever and ever. Yet beneath this fierce love, there was only a pale smile. The girl who never grew up hugged her rabbit, smiling as she said goodbye to the black-haired man. In the month of Double Ten, the moon was dim and dark, and it coughed up blood, again and again. Then, wearing an innocent smile, the girl cut out that soft memory with her own hands. Ten years later, the cycle began again. A story about a willful child.