On some day, in some month, in some year, in some class at some elementary school, a group of kids started an assassin family. Everyone in the family had their own special skills and their own place in the family hierarchy. Who was whose sister, who was whose mother, and who was everyone's great-grandmother were all clearly sorted out. Some of the kids were good at drawing, and some had pretty handwriting. They worked together to design a family tree, then asked their parents to make copies so everyone in the family could have one.
I wonder what those parents thought about suddenly gaining daughters, sisters, aunts, and grandmothers out of nowhere.
Years later, their classmates reunited and the family came together again. Overcome with emotion, they reminisced over the old, worn family tree, one cup for you, one for me, another one, and one more.
They drank until they couldn't remember how they got home, and woke up completely stunned.
They'd transmigrated, into an age of chaos where the demonic path ran rampant and even the righteous weren't exactly well-behaved.
So, drinking causes trouble.
Core Message: Treasure life. Stay away from alcohol.
