On the day the apocalypse came, the sex toy store on the corner bound me.
The system said: Choose the first weapon yourself.
I chose the hardest one - a black metal rod.
Later, they all called me "sex shop owner" and laughed at me.
Until I lit that red candle.
They thought it was fun——
Until the ice puppet emerged from the snow.
[This store is mine, and so is your life. Welcome, gentle night.
