Jiurishe

The rusty gears finally turned, and the yellow and black holy emblem was revealed again. In the abandoned workshop, I put on the pair of monocles that required payment, and then—— I caught a glimpse of the code, and therefore forgot a piece of my mother's song. The night watchman's gas lamp lit up in the darkness to track down the person who had stolen the secret. The disappearance of parents, the class in the port, the whispers in the deep sea, and the strange power called the "Rust Gospel"... All clues point to the indescribable - the King of Yellow and Black. This is a story about "loss". I exchange memories for knowledge, and fight for mystery with skills. In this port of steam and filth, I carefully weighed the cost of each "secret peek" and climbed the ladder of gears and madness step by step. The key is in my hand and the keyhole is in my eye.