Blood-Red Roses

The sun sinks in the west

Leaving behind that moment, stretching onward

Blood-red gold

With a distant promise, we made a vow for a lifetime

Hope is an illusion born of despair, until time grinds it to dust.

Vows are floating logs moored in a phantom world, until we discover them.

Hope and vows coexist, despair and phantoms intertwine. This is

our world.

"Beautiful miss, what can I do for you?" A certain Kansai wolf pushed up the plain glasses on his nose and put on a gentlemanly air, though his palm was already slick with cold sweat.

"There is always only one truth, so I've concluded that you are the owner of this black-haired fox, and the one I've chosen." A certain "Sherlock Holmes" said as he bounced a soccer ball, looking nervously at the girl before him.

"Huan, you're here." The stubborn little earl turned around in delight and rushed over~~ "Don't leave me behind again..." His hands, wrapped around the girl's waist, were sweating, but he didn't dare listen for her answer.

Everyone

has a story

of their own...~

Is it a comedy,

or a tragedy?

Who gets to decide???