Gentle Blood Color

In the fifteen years since the end of the world, I have lost everyone. Parents are separated, brothers die in battle, and loved ones die. I thought this was the cruelty of the end of the world, so I gritted my teeth and survived. It wasn't until the end that I discovered—— None of them died. Her parents are the creators of the apocalypse, and her brothers are the monitors arranged by their parents. Even her "sacrifice" was a carefully designed scam. Fifteen years. The person I trusted the most lied to me for fifteen years. And everyone I loved died in their hands. One after another. Now, they stand in front of me, holding out their hands: "Welcome home, son." I laughed. Smiling and laughing, tears flowed down my face. "Home?" "My home has been destroyed by your own hands a long time ago." ---