After seven thousand three hundred years of sleeping without caring about the world, she was unexpectedly awakened.
She has a slight mysophobia, but is obsessed with that wonderful and indescribable bright red color.
Sometimes she is crazy and sometimes normal, but she denies that she has schizophrenia.
The lonely heart immersed in the abyss made her become like a child.
So what if she has a lifespan of several thousand years, what if she has endless power, she is no longer her after all.
Blood stained her hands, and hatred blinded her eyes.
She could only tremble as she watched the man she loved leave again and again, hurt herself again and again, rely on herself again and again, and despise herself again and again.
Can she resist what people call "fate"?
If possible, she hopes to get his love this time, even if she will never have that next time. There will be no choice.