For several decades, Gajieming has been living in this city, walking up and down with the crowd, and rising and falling with the remaining warmth of the setting sun. It wasn't until the sun emerged from the thick city fog that he saw his fate clearly. In the past, he had nothing, but later he was alone. Here he saw a group of strange people, scattered and scattered, wearing thick robes and masks at dawn. They danced alone in the night. Some say they are ghouls, vampires, and evil spirits. Until Gajemin broke into these weirdos, this was the end of the world, and people from the end of the world lived here. Yes, Gajemin had never been so sure, they were human beings. Gajemin turned to look at the people who brought him here. They took off their masks. Gajemin couldn't understand the emotions in their eyes, it was something he had never seen before. At the same time, humans also came here in the name of salvation.
Intention: Gajieming must not be the only weirdo in this city, there must be someone like him. Maybe Gajiemin will never meet him, but he is familiar with his mood.