I have a coffin-shaped scar on my heart.
It was from the day she died.
For three years, I have relied on this coffin to slay evil spirits and quell strange things. I have been using this coffin to shorten my life for several years, and my heart feels like it is being squeezed to death.
Everyone said I was crazy for risking my life for a dead man.
They don't understand.
It's not her death that makes me crazy.
It was her death that made me live like this.
Until late that night, after I killed a grudge in front of a convenience store, my phone suddenly lit up.
An unknown number sent six words:
"The way you eat sweets is the same as before."
Signed: Xixi.
My ex-girlfriend, the girl who died in my arms three years ago.
It turns out she's not dead. It turns out that she has been in the dark, watching me go crazy, watching me burn my life, watching me step by step become what she wants.
She raised me into a living coffin.
She said that I was her last sacrifice on the way to becoming a god.
Since you want to become a god so much, then I will use this coffin planted by you to help you on your way to becoming a god.
