Many years later, the memory of the old house does not seem to have become blurry. The turbid river under the stone bridge, the sound of rain and flying birds, the wet leaves, everything collapsed back to that night.
As she walked along the roadside, she slipped and fell into a pool of blood that did not belong to her, causing a splash of fishy-sweet mud.
The moonlight shines through the lamp at this time, singing a cold wordless song.
The gentle and beautiful sister who has been living outside since childhood × the spoiled, withdrawn and taciturn student sister
A semi-imaginary parallel world with bloody amnesia
Intention: None