Orlandon's Wake

The hazy night, the flickering candlelight, the towering church steeple, the sharp lines in the fog. The blurred shadows, the falling crows, the long silent hearse, the bright red roses in the soot. Darkness, castle, blood clan, werewolf, curse; alchemy, astrology, contract, witch, sacrifice... Add a little murmuring to make the rational madness; add a little melancholy and truth to make the world intoxicated with sorrow; add a little violent madman to make the coffin shop's business prosperous, and let the moonlight illuminate more... Graves. I, Sif Reese, hate this fucking place called Orlandon. It is really too poor, dark, smelly, and dangerous... … "Wait, why am I... Not dead?" "Gangsters attacked me, hallucination?" But the pain was too real. Sifu lowered his head and saw that the intestines were flowing out from the wound, and blood was everywhere. A little confused, a little confused... It turns out that the danger is myself? All right. The top priority is to deal with the "diarrhea" issue first. … This is a gothic fantasy as hell. Light goth, the focus is on the story. No system. Internal investment has passed, investment is welcome~