In this world, we are like a piece of meat separated from the pig, and our friends are missing one by one, just like a piece of pig's body. We maintain our every desire and freedom. Even in the dream that only we can witness, freedom even if it is very brief is a great comfort to me. Like this piece of pork, although it did not escape the fate of decay and the reputation of "runaway", but it did. This is something I get excited about. I often ask myself, "Why not spend your youth and blood in this way?" .