Roro: And the Last Bookkeeper of Hell
Episodes 3.1
Man has taken control of his territory. Roro ate his own words. They're traitors. The apocalypse for him is coming soon. Enough of this terrible sight reveals the truth of the supernatural people. War at sea only took many lives, as well as littering the sanctity of the Roro region..
He will never forgive her.
Shots attack each other. They do not know what is called peace. They only know how to win. And people like that cannot tell which sinners are innocent. A much larger ship was engulfed in a blue monster due to the gunfire of a battleship. Roro must save the man, if the source of his power is not contaminated with unclean liquid smelling iron rust.
So, how does Roro do good if his power is locked because of human activities?
"Please...." The voice. Roro's ears were studded with gold sprinkling shapes that caught someone's moans. His eyes closed, wondering. Where are you? Show your form. Give Roro a hint, O man. Roro's mind wandered further. A group of people trying to save themselves. Nope. The soldiers who were huddled had panic attacks. Nope. Say, where is he?
"Please." Meet me! Roro's subconscious found a young man lying cupped in his stomach. Blood continues to seep from between the fingers. Those black eyes looked strangely.
"I can see you now, uh...."
Spontaneous Roro. What an unethical remark. Why does he speak that way? Now a drop of red clouded his iris. At that moment, Roro felt an incredible heat, as well as a dazzling light from a distance. Whatisit?
"I don't have time anymore...." At the same time, Roro remembered something. Immediately he moved towards the red light source it poked. This is where the weakly lying young man waits for his spirit to be free.
"The book of hell can only be opened by its holder who has a pure fear of legends, history, and supernatural beings like you." One of the fortune tellers said so. "The book of hell, simply put, is an ordinary book that has humans who serve as the most important objects of the owner. The book will be his life guide. He'll glow red when the owner's dying."
However, what Roro finds is a book of hell entity next to a dying person. He lay so comfortable, then laughed so loosely. Laughter to comfort his sad body.
"Rome...." Oh, naw. Roro hit by paik. His eyeballs are white. "I'll see you freely, Rara."
"Please, don't die." Roro rests resignedly beside the man who slowly weakens the bowels. "I need you for---"
"Sorry to leave you, Rara...." He came back laughing.
"Don't mess with it." Racau is the worst bully for Roro, what else if his mind is chaotic. His mind is getting shorter. He found no way but his ears were increasingly sensitive to the screams of men. The young man in front of her kept mentioning Rara's name. Rara and Rara.
"WHISPER!" With just a glance and a helping hand to the source of the annoying sound, a huge wave devoured the ship. Humans are adrift protected by waves of water smelling rancid. The ocean rages, a sign permeating Roro's feelings. Explosions are happening everywhere.
Too bad, Roro's mind split everywhere.
"Please, don't die yet." There is no way to force yourself to take control of its power. He put his hands on the young man's stomach, the water wrapped him with a gentle current. "I need you so much." Because he couldn't find another way if he died.