I live among the crowd, acting like what others expect.
But I know that there is an essential difference between me and "human beings".
The boundless desire to kill took root in my soul, reminding me of my alien status.
When the world is invaded by ghosts, fear envelopes everyone.
How long can you wear a delicate mask? Will the suppressed ferocity completely explode?
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The author is a contemporary god, whoever sees it will know
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