Copywriting one:
A wet fire burned silently in the rainy night.
Countless people living in the abyss have begun a dangerous conspiracy.
Copywriting two:
The rusty family crest glowed coldly in the moonlight, like an old nail embedded in the flesh.
She is a white bird kept in a golden cage, with inherent shackles carved on her wing bones, and every feather soaked in forbearing venom. He was a hunter dormant in the shadows, with the velvet of power wrapped around his fingertips, but when she bit his jaw open, she tasted a temperature hotter than blood.
When the smells of cedar and rust collide, and when the desire for control weaves into an airtight web, those secrets buried deep in the family account books, and the truth hidden under the scars, will eventually come out on a rainy night.
They are each other's blades and the only scabbard - using pain as bait and love as prisoner, in the chess game called fate, they have no regrets for their moves, but suffer every step.
Purpose: Have hope for the future