"Help me!"
This is the only thing she said after she climbed into the car.
He stares at the girl who is cocking a messy roost. Her clothes are soaked by blood. Her lipsticks are smudged. He can hardly determine whether it is lipstick or blood.
He can still hear the roar behind. But miraculously, he didn't stop and throw this roar away.
Magnolia perfume, the only thing he was thinking about.
Intention: love is small