Executing Order in the Mortal World

A plane crash cut off the first half of my life, and the flames in my palms and strange dreams became the only remaining traces of the past. The visitor who has been looking for three years opens the door and reveals the truth about the dark erosion under the bustling city. When the order of the world is crumbling and I am amnesiac, I will finally walk out of a small town and insist on keeping the fireworks of the world.