[Suspenseful detective + perspective + abuse + stand-in + fictional modernity]
"I'm sorry... We have finished it long ago and it is impossible to start again."
An unsolved case in District 8 opened the stage behind the curtain. A young girl stood on the stage and danced her last dance. She died of poisoning when the curtain ended.
"But... I... Still like you..."
The tip of the knife slipped and shattered the mirror. The face of the deceased was printed on the torn fragments. The blocked door emitted a peculiar smell.
"We have no chance..."
"Don't you have even a hint of love for me?"
Concept: Behind the wind is my love for you.