Midnight. Dark. Struggle. Pain. Cage.
The fragmented words are so deep in Yan Gang's memory that they are like a brand engraved on the body that cannot be removed.
The young man with an unblemished smile imprisoned himself here. Darkness, loneliness, decline. Several dark shadows flashed outside the separated iron railings.
Yan Gang's golden-red eyes were filled with a sense of crisis. Are you coming?
The devil will not let go of the pure soul of midnight, but when this once-innocent soul ignites a flame of the same purity as himself, the flashing orange glare burns the clear soul and annihilates the remaining light. Swallow everything clean.
When this flame was ignited, I felt that the flame of the once pure sky had been desecrated, and it no longer had the right to possess her.
——Sawada Tsunayoshi. How much do you hate me.
The restraints on my hands and feet were easily released.
If you can't get it, destroy it.
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