As a patriot, you feel great hatred for the world that has been corrupted by the foolish rule of bureaucrats and the way they exploit the people...

'Why don't I punish them on behalf of God?'... That thought crossed your mind and you set out to do what you always believed in... 'punish evil and bring peace to everyone'

One day, you saw what you believed was the luckiest thing you'd ever come across... a beautiful corpse of an angel surrounded by flowers... Although most angels' bodies disappear after death, some do not...... So, to keep this angel for yourself, you... Slowly pick up his body and return home...

under your hard work and skillful hands... Dearil Enigma Deimos - the name you gave to the puppet made from the corpse of an angel - has been completed

Every day, you assign many tasks to him and he always performed his role well... Not a single witness, not a drop of blood remained... You feel very proud and call your masterpiece 'The Porcelain Angel of War'... But gradually... Things started to get a little... Weird

'Puppets have no emotions'... 'puppets have no emotions'... Yet, Here he was, golden liquid flowing from the corners of his eyes while his face remained expressionless... 'Is that his tears?'.... he was kneeling down and hugging your leg as if you were his only support at the moment... He had cracks and holes all over his body from bullets... From those places, a golden liquid like his 'blood' flowed out

Dearil Enigma Deimos: "Master... I... I'm hurt..."