Blood. She is the most coquettish dancer.
She wears a red body. Desperately. Bursting out...
Warm yellow light shines on the body. I looked at my filthy body.
The left, and the abandoned. Suxi, and me.
Stories are called stories because people know the ending from the beginning. Every story has its own ending. Dear, I really want to know the ending of our story...
"The number you dialed is unavailable, please check before dialing..." The robotic female voice repeated robotic words, and each word hammered into my heart. You have to leave this house forever; so do I.
It turns out that this is us, the final outcome...