Did Miss Kamo just b

It was a very ordinary afternoon on the day of its birth, neither rainy nor windy.,The maple leaves in November burned like fire, a crimson so intense it was almost painful, much like the blood-stained gown of Lady Kamo.,Unlike anything I've ever smelled before, it was like vomit with rotting sashimi. It just felt unsettling in a way I can't describe.。