Blurb:
Today is February 3, Liu Xiahe's birthday, and also Suguru Geto's birthday.
Liu Xiahe is on the rooftop of a high-rise building.
It's at least fifty meters up. She went to great lengths to sneak in without anyone noticing.
Summoning the last of her courage, Liu Xiahe locked the only door leading to the rooftop, then climbed over the safety railing meant to keep people from falling.
It's now 5:48 p.m., and the sun is about to sink below the distant horizon.
Many people are still at work, but she can't wait any longer.
This world is too bizarre. Everyone here has gone mad.
Living here is pure torment. Every second feels as if a boulder is crushing her lungs, and every moment, needles are stabbing at her brain.
Suguru Geto... the name of the man who killed everyone. Here, those people call him their "dream man," their "husband," their "wife"...
Whenever she hears his name, all she sees is a deep crimson haze and the corpses of people she once knew.
She can no longer stand these twisted people or this twisted world.
A warm breeze passes by her, lifting her short hair.
She leaps, leaving this world behind.
Theme: A birthday gift for Suguru Geto
