CARNE VALE
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Worn out from work, tired of struggling for life, on Halloween evening, a 9-5 office worker, Khant Thaw is happened to stop by a carnival on his way home. A mysterious girl with a blood stain on her stomach approaches him and together, they enjoy spending time at the carnival. A time one gave everything to enjoy once again and a time one wished to stop.
Carne Vale, in fact, carnival is happened to be a place one visits or a place to travel to the other realm.
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