Isn't It Allowed to Like Girls Who Like to Talk About Ghost Stories?

The heavy bells echoed in the ears, and under the sky shrouded in thick fog, the traveler Yawen opened his eyes that were still full of confusion. The steam is surging, and the filthy power is gathering in the shadows deep in the city. When the clock of destiny carries the times and rushes towards the final moment, everything will turn into powder after the destined end. The scarlet rust plague spreads across the world, the consecrated Son of God corrupts into a corrupted monster, and invisible evil spirits stalk the world in whispers. The horror of ghost stories silently wraps around everyone's head. Strange tales, evil gods, nightmares, Samurai Souls... When the bell of fate rings again, raise your head and look at the bright four-wheeled crescent moon in the sky—— Arwen Thorenmore, Aaron's legendary demon hunter; A collector of strange humanoid tales plagued by rumors; Writers and detectives who travel through time in dreams; He put on his leather gloves because he knew he would be busy again tonight. "So, if you want to deal with me, you have to see if the strange ladies around me agree." Yawen said with a smile on his face.