His superb marksmanship and his figure walking through the night.
The unknown existence touches the border of death.
He is NO.13
When facing the entangled night wind, when the face was bright and dark due to the color of blood and fire, when the human consciousness was slowly awakening... And I saw you at this time, Lucia. The light of the sharp blade is the light that life in the middle of the night relies on to survive.