On a blood-red night, the gentlest child killed everyone.
In that house invisible to adults, on that test bench repeating personality tests, inside that box imprisoning the devil.
Sometimes, those who survive are the ones who suffer the most.
Think carefully, which requires more courage: dying or surviving?
Enduring all the misunderstandings and slanders, swallowing the pain, and embracing despair with open arms, the gentlest child became the most hysterical madman.
He kept laughing, incessantly laughing, but all the children he killed knew that from that night onward, he was never truly happy again.
Number Two placed the final piece of the puzzle in his hand, piecing together a face that resembled Han Fei, but it was certain the person in the puzzle wasn't Han Fei, because that face bore a genuinely gentle smile.
"No need for sympathy or other useless emotions, let's paint the night of the Shrine World red."
