In this city called "modern", desires have weight and obsessions have echoes. When ten thousand people curse a keyboard warrior at the same time, the keyboard will become a murder weapon; when the bride is abandoned on the eve of the wedding, the wedding dress will grow teeth and devour all living creatures that come close.
This is the [taboo] - the loophole of materialism and the cancer of idealism.
Obsolete, the ace (temporary worker) of the special items recovery department in the ninth round. He has no grand ideal of saving the world, only an unpaid thirty-year mortgage and stubborn insomnia that cannot be cured. Others relied on supernatural powers to deal with monsters, but he relied on a thermos cup, an electric shock stick, and his damn ability to hear the voices of objects.
When faced with those S-class disasters that can destroy a neighborhood, the old first reaction is usually: "Is this a work injury?" "Is there overtime pay?" "Can the taxi fare be reimbursed?"
If unfortunately you are swallowed by a monster, please help me delete the browser history. That is the last dignity of a sober person.
