In a certain town in northern Kanto, the air is filled with pastoral tranquility. Setting aside the issue of depopulation, girls who live in such mountainous areas are indeed different from those in the city. Extreme innocence can also become a powerful and sharp weapon, tearing at my heart. Even knowing it's a crime, I can't stop. I don't understand myself. With a girl half my age, I let her manipulate me, driven only by foolish acts of sadism, wanting to destroy everything about her. Translucent white skin and eyes devoid of deceit. Beautiful things exist to be broken. Someone said this famous quote, but now I truly get it. I am nobody. Just an existence helping her become a dM meat receptacle. No more, no less…
