Saitama was holding a candlestick and wandering in the past corridor.
She once thought that she was at least Lady Macbeth in the play, but she never expected that the end she would end up with was not even an ordinary supporting role.
Is quiet destruction still destruction?
This is not a moral story, nor is it a cool novel or a story about a heroine.
What I want to tell is the process of how an ambitious woman gains a moment of hope and then is swallowed up by this hope.
Purpose: Young people need to establish correct values and emotional orientation