
This is all my fault. This should be my last mission. But because of my carelessness, now my life depends on the vial filled with my blood burning. I should be able to adapt and work in a hotel. I also have to look for humans so I can look for clues. I didn't realize that the human I met had a relationship with me 50 years ago. I'll use my fake name, Marcel Robin If a partner has been found, what about the clue? Coincidence is my fate.All Rights Reserved