Delza Carrion is what people call a weird girl.
She played the family's old piano, wrote a few half-finished novels, and researched some bizarre inventions, such as portable flying machines.
She needs to research this because she inherited a pine tar factory from her father.
In this border town covered by pine forests, people's source of income is also a flammable and explosive life threat.
Five years ago, her father was killed in an unprovoked fire.
Five years later, there was not a drop of rain in the town for an entire spring.
But the most suspected arsonist, her father-killing enemy, and her teenage companion, Los Mofflin, rode towards her in the early morning sunshine on this flammable spring day.
Cute puppets appeared one after another. Behind the curtain, a pale man smiled and tugged on the string in his hand.
"Honey, what an honor I am,
The last glimpse I left to the world was your lovely face.
Please allow me to hold your hand and dance,
Disappeared together into the crimson firelight. "
(19Th century European background, light suspense, remembering a dream three years ago)
Concept: Love is a derivative of firmly grasping one's own life - but love is not