Pastor's Notes on Ship

[No system➕No CP➕Suspense reasoning➕PUBG➕Human metaphor➕Fast pace➕Werewolf] The snow is falling in the extremely cold north, and the biting wind is blowing in the morning sky The coldness invades my mind and my sorrow lingers, and the dark clouds surround my dream. Flesh limbs have shrunk for thousands of years, and bone knives have stiffened and hung down, making thousands of people grieve. The lonely shadow rests on a corpse to find peace and quiet, while ghosts and ghosts appear in the deep heart.