It's strange that I, who have died, have not left this world, but I cannot leave the place of death - under an iron tower.
The first person I met when I opened my eyes was a strange man. He lived in an iron tower and wore a mask. He never told me his name or past. But that's okay, I can talk to him about the present without any burden.
He never takes off his mask, and he never steps out of the tower. He said he would never leave me behind, but one day, he gained a certain "ability" - he wanted to leave this iron tower.
Intention: Good things never last forever