An artist commits a crime just as a sign of love for the police officer in his heart.
Later, the police officer showed no appreciation and the artist died in the fire.
"Isn't the sea of fire with my blood particularly beautiful?"
Every crime is directed and is a work of art.
The police officer saved him every time. The police officer thought he was the victim, but in fact he was the final killer. Until finally he killed the murderer - himself.
For the artist, this is an out-and-out sacrifice, but no one is willing to save him.
Concept: crime and art merge into life.