Library

In the city of Conte shrouded in darkness and fog, undercurrents surge, and red roses patrol every silent street. They are the guardians of this seaside city. You were walking alone on the dim street. At this time, a voice sounded behind you in a particularly obscene dialect, although it was in Bainiya: "Friend? Are you going to kill the magic potion?" ---------- "Every story has its beauty and ugliness. We often choose the beautiful story, but we don't know that the other one is what we need, because we are ugly ourselves." --Tide Detective Linton [Slightly weird, slightly humorous]