The boundaries between right and wrong, good and evil are never clear. Some things happen that make it impossible to tell whose fault it is.
On top of the tall building, there was a girl in her prime, her black hair flying in the wind, and her school uniform was covered in blood. The school bell rang, students gradually poured out, she closed her eyes and jumped...
There were still people coming and going on the streets late at night. The men were hunched over handing out flyers, saying thank you one after another and bowing over and over again. As the sky grew brighter, he dragged his tired body back to the basement. A courier at the door caught his attention. He picked up a knife and cut open the transparent tape. Inside was what he had been looking for, the most precious treasure in his life. However, I am no longer breathing...
Concept: glass slag