[Fifth Identity Gravekeeper Short Story] He was like a sinful seed, taking root and sprouting from the temple. Under his feet were roots deeply embedded in the black mud, which made it impossible for him to breathe and escape from imprisonment. Even if he just took a step forward, he could touch the light... Then, she appeared, she was like light, warm but not hot, bright but not dazzling...
Intent: Identity V, short stories, healing, love
