Is it possible to be a murderer wanted across the country and a police forensic scientist?
The story begins, on that weekend night, there are noisy sirens and voices outside the window, and the smell of blood around seems to still be...
Anyway, from that day on...
Everything changes
No one taught him knowledge other than killing. His hands were covered with blood, but he didn't understand anything. He was very lucky to have met his forensic doctor. He only knew that roses represented love. His forensic doctor wore white clothes and was a beautiful white rose.
Intention: Maybe there will be regrets in the end, but the process is still beautiful
