Fifteen years ago, under the cover of love, the inner greed for eternal life made a mistake that was worse than death. In the empty mountain at dawn, a girl dressed in black cloth, her ring finger and little finger were cut off, blood splattered everywhere, and a stone hit the girl's head. I thought that the sins of my father and I had ruined the girl's life, but in fact it was us who were tortured like hell.
Fifteen years later, Nightmare walked across the blood bridge between the two worlds and came to a world that did not belong to her.
The extraditer of the last days.