[My world was originally cruel, hypocritical, and depraved, until the thorn that belonged to me came. ]
Five people from the modern world are trapped in the same area by fate, a world that is illusory, cruel, mysterious, harsh, full of crises and challenges.
The absurdity here produces humility, and the strength reveals loneliness.
My life is a monument standing silently in the hustle and bustle, with both unwilling madness and gentle composure.
The demon world is a world where strength is supreme, the weak are humbled, the strong are above the weak and have all rights, and the weak only deserve to survive.
When I live in darkness, I feel that the world is full of darkness.
The thorns will never bloom, but I can only hope for the thorns.
Your arrival is the flower of thorns that belongs to me alone, and I am willing to fall for you.
Intention: Physical and psychological thorns
