Fates intertwine here, between people, among all beings.
The face of evil.
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The root of chaos stems from death—though in this country, death is no stranger. Yet true death seems far away from the doors of the rich.
They are well protected, even the law serves them. Convenience, comfort, privilege… they manipulate all these advantages, yet never imagined that one day, death would appear so close.
The one with crimson blood flowing down the chest should be the famous Conductor, someone who might be considered a national treasure in some ordinary countries? Such a dazzling life has disappeared just like that.
The Conductor's life ended on the stage, abruptly at the peak of the orchestral movement, truly entombing himself within a great symphony.
But clearly, the audience at this moment was not willing to sing praises to this renowned Conductor's deeds—shouldn't they be more concerned about the situation on site?
They have been kidnapped.
