“When the prey becomes the beast tamer, who is truly in control of this deadly game?”
In the smog-filled 19th century, Leona is forced to wear the mask of a "boy" and hides within the freak show of a circus. She thought her only crisis was the fear of her gender being exposed, until she found a "mad dog":
- He is covered in scars but uses chains to fight back against his abusers;
- His eyes are cold and menacing, yet he curls up at the foot of her bed at night;
- He says, "I will kill you," yet slaughters those who dare to watch her.
"This is not redemption, it is symbiosis."
When Leona awakens him with the cold-hearted choice of "using strong acid to unlock the key," the gears of fate have already crushed all escape routes. He rips off his disguise, revealing his disfigured face, yet she only responds with, "Shall we collaborate? I'll help you overthrow this hell."
"Love is the poison that corrodes reason, and he is willing to drink the poison to quench his thirst."
On the tightrope of the circus, she is the only one daring enough to dance with him as his "beast tamer";
In the secret dungeon, he is the "watcher" who carves through walls for her.
Until the lies are exposed—
"You are my brother," she says with a smile to her pursuer.
Breathing suddenly becomes heavy in the darkness, as he tightens his grip on her neck, his voice hoarse:
"Sister, you taught me how to kill, but now you think you can tame me with a single sentence?"
"Warning: This is not a fairy tale, but a game of identity between hunter and prey."
He digs up a grave, holding her "corpse" in madness;
She pulls the trigger with a smile, asking, "Now, who is the mad one?"