The animals that come and go frequently owe people wonderful things, but I am clever and passive in hindering this. The lies I tell are like the innocent and cute grapes in the winery. Don't worry anymore. Paradise is a new stage. I am not afraid of failure but can't start over again. The witch lowers her eyes and eats the angel. Who will pass the knife into whose chest?
Two male protagonists
Concept: Relaxing Campus