(No harem, no routine, no Shuangwen, no system, Eastern Cthulhu)
[With the coming of December, the deeds wandering around will arrive as promised, go find them, and an unknown feast will bloom because of you]
When I escaped from countless different "me" bodies, I thought I would usher in a new life... It wasn't until I saw the huge [corpse] hanging upside down in the sky that I realized that the so-called new world was just the tomb of "us".
When [December] comes, blood and flesh will accompany the broken remains...
In the endless cycle of life and death, this is the beginning and the end.
Every rebirth and death symbolizes the end of a drama...
"How... How can I escape from this damn cycle! No... This is not a cycle... It's a curse..."
"Those people are me... No! Those people are not me!!!"
Well, seven days are up.
Death is approaching...
Who will I be today...
