There is a monster inside me.
The fear of the unknown left her struggling in pain.
Who? Who can give me peace?
God has abandoned me and punished me, and is he going to destroy me?
In the betrayal, she vaguely found her own direction.
If I give you a soul container, can you leave me?
Sorry, maybe I am too willful, but this is your war, but it is also mine.
I don't want to stand behind anyone and wait for someone's protection. I also want to question God!
I devoured them! It turns out that I am the monster!
I finally understood that the key was originally in my hands.
I recently watched Legend of the Sword and Wind, feeling a little gloomy mentally and gloomy about my writing. However, I still try to make the protagonist move towards the light, Amen!