The story of a Gotham girl struggling to survive but getting an unexpected surprise.
Is life valuable?
Is life an item that can be weighed?
What would you do if you had a scale like this?
Aurora: Thank you for the invitation. I am in Gotham, at the scene of a murder, with not a penny in my pockets, and only a physics holy sword in my hand. Can I still be saved?
The long night is not over, you are the only light in the darkness.
Intention: In the darkness, watch your heart.
It's 2022 |?ω?`)