A young man with a mysterious origin is hidden in the depths of the night. Good and evil, life and death, the black mandala blooms in the abyss, and the angel's trumpet blows in the air. The young man stood on the rooftop, his clothes rustling in the night wind. He raised the corners of his mouth and whispered, "We will meet again. Even if my body is rotten, my soul will still follow you." The intertwining of fate makes it impossible for us to be separated again.
Intention: What is true justice, what is true light
