The sky shrouded by war is full of blood and dust, and the pain and hatred turn into unspeakable tears.
We are naturally opposites.
We have no choice.
When the army surrounded the fortress in a mighty manner, Akutagawa did not panic at all. He stayed alone in a dark room, put on his military uniform calmly and solemnly, and his fingers, which were rough from holding a gun for a long time, carefully touched the rows of medals that represented honor and majesty.
There is no way out.
The back of his head pressed against the muzzle of a slightly trembling gun, and the sound of a bullet being loaded was heard.
There was no need to guess who was holding the gun behind him. Akutagawa calmly took off the military cap from the hanger, put it on solemnly, then closed his eyes and raised a relieved smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Shoot."
He is about to say goodbye to this world... However, a person like him whose soul has been soaked in blood will definitely not be redeemed after death.
Concept: Love in the context of World War I