In the previous life, you and I held hands and moved forward in the chaos of the battle between gods and demons, without fear of life or death.
During the 300 years since I lost you, I was incomplete and ignorant, so I was fearless
In this life, we meet in collision: changing souls and shadows, changing bodies and living together
Without the memory hidden in the bone marrow, how will we hold each other's hands in the tangled whirlpool of indifference and pain?
If I say let me protect you in this life... One day, can you hear me?