What Is Human: Crimson Hunt

The lights in the steel forest gradually went out, but the fire of desire was still burning in the darkness. Which of those lunatics who dream of touching the sky with their flesh and blood is not stepping on shards of glass? The ant-like beings are swept along by the howling wind of the subway, but some people want to be gamblers in the eye of the storm, drinking hard liquor with their heads up on the thorny road paved with neon lights and blood. The Capital Buddha on the roof of the office building, the Cyber ​​Rakshasa deep in the alley, the God of Death outside the window of the ICU, the hungry ghost floating in the gutter oil in the village in the city - all myths have been revealed under surveillance cameras. Until one day at three o'clock in the morning, the convenience store microwave oven dinged, and the drunk man said softly to the oden - he was confused.