Autumn evening, death row.
A girl in aqua clothes was walking slowly in the death cell, observing the death row inmates through the iron bars, shaking her head in disappointment and muttering to herself: "This is no good, too old; tsk tsk, this is no good, too ugly; no, too irritable; no, no, no... Hey, let me tell you, why are the quality of the death row inmates so poor this year?"
Slightly imprisoned style, all members are evil
Motto: There are always choices in life