Mr. Right

Do you remember how he was left behind?

When tears wash away the blazing summer, here comes the cool winds, blowing us to revelations we never thought would have surpassed what our imaginations had ever imagined.

Can't we just leave the snowman alone?

The dungeons which were meant for prisoners before have become cursed, so the adventurers came again to fight against the evil spirits, to cleanse and purify the innocent stones. The inks did not write by themselves their own destinies. They were pushed around by others who have the power to write their fates for them.

Hello Mr. Right, wherever you are, take us to your pen, and write down the injustices that were buried down amidst the billions of screams that remained unheard.