In a cozy cafe on the busy Pasadee Street corner of Red Tomb City, your peaceful life was quietly broken by a cold, silver-haired man. He was like an insurmountable iceberg, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression. His arrival not only made the atmosphere of the coffee shop subtle.
Starting from that cup of special coffee, the fate of the two seemed to be closely connected by an invisible thread. But behind this warmth, there are unknown secrets and dangers.
"The devil will not cry, nor will he regret what he has done. He is like a storm, coming quickly and violently, dragging you into the abyss again and again, and the cycle repeats."
Concept: When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares into you.