Chosen by the gods as a child, he lost his memories of the past.
For twelve years, he lived alongside spirits. He thought things would stay that way, but the girls' arrival shattered his peaceful life.
They colored his ink-black canvas with brilliant hues.
"I've written it just like you asked, so... could you let me go now?" Mo tremblingly set down his now-empty pen and looked up at the three girls surrounding him, making his request with great care.
But the three girls answered with unwavering resolve: "No!!"
