Publisher's Synopsis
Love ought to never go to fixation. At the point when old accepts go to the real world, the hindrance between the living and the dead disappears. At the point when smothered sentiments feed dim longings, disarray results. The more grounded the craving, the simpler it is to overwhelm the boundary forever. The gathering of companions who were carrying on with their lives calmly, uninformed of the anticipating misfortune.
