A mixed-race girl with blond hair and purple eyes.
Hidden on his body are various silver crosses that are shocking.
A dark secret.
The memory that was arbitrarily torn apart by the girl, and the second her that night, and the only "one" left in the family.
In the end, it was still left in the abyss where this tragedy occurred.
Who is singing that childhood song in a low voice in the mountain stream? Who is burying his head between his arms and crying quietly among the clouds and streams? Who is struggling in the endless darkness to break free from the invisible cage? Who has fallen in the abyss of despair until the bottomless purgatory? Who is wandering along the crossroads of the world?
This game, this joke, this farce, this war, this drama.
The truth is close at hand.
But it was scattered into an endless puzzle.
Piece, piece, scattered alone in someone's pocket.
The only central piece of the puzzle has been burned, maliciously or with good intentions.
This is destined to be a
An unfinished game.
"Now, where is the road ahead?"