[Double male protagonists + dual lives + dual male community + revenge]
That day, I died.
The enemy's laughter still echoed in my ears, like a thorn piercing into my cold body.
But just when I thought it was all over, a strange guy appeared.
He told me that I couldn't die yet - I had to fill in the "unfinished time" of my life.
I think it's ridiculous. If you're dead, why are you talking about "unfinished"?
But I didn't expect that I would actually live.
There was another dead man living in my body.
He said his name was Vincent Van Gogh.
So, my life started to become weird,
While listening to the man in my mind talking about his sunflowers and starry sky.
On the one hand, you still have to find a way to complete those "unfinished" things.
What a hell.
