It seemed like everyone was hiding something from me.
An unexpected massacre broke my seemingly peaceful life.
What kind of dirty hands are behind the seemingly peaceful situation?
The more peaceful it is, the more anxious it is.
Who am I?
Why me?
Am I crazy or is the world crazy?
All kinds of things were thrown at me.
Everyone is trying to trick me.
There is no truth, only lies.
As the fog is lifted layer by layer, the feeling of suffocation becomes stronger and stronger. Am I wrong?
I always thought she was just a crazy terrorist, but then I found out——
The very existence of this world is a mistake.
Paranoid, crazy (????) Attack and indifference, strong heart
Concept: Dystopia?
