To sum it up in one sentence: There is a weird boss with a late-stage item collection addiction that is stalking me. How do I defeat it?
The horror copy came to reality, but the boss targeted me for the collection.
He doesn't want my life, he only wants my limited edition figurines, my grandma's old pocket watch, and even the candy wrappers I have treasured for ten years.
"Give this to me." The boss picked up my ripped socks from the rubble.
I couldn't bear it anymore: "You are sick! Do you want this?"
He nodded seriously: "Disease number 89757, late stage of object collecting addiction."
While the whole world was escaping, I was fighting the boss for garbage.
Later I learned that what he collected was not the objects, but the strongest human emotions that remained on the objects.
And hidden in my junk pile is the weight of an era.
The introduction is incompetent, everything is based on the main text
