I had a fever and went into coma. When I woke up, the bullet was hanging on my eyelashes. I bounced back with my backhand, and blood splattered everywhere.
They called me crazy, laughed at my beauty, and thought I was unreliable. But no one knows that every time I go crazy, I lose a piece of my memory.
Later, the system was rebuilt, the divisions were redrawn, and the army took over. Everyone regards me as their savior, but I have no intention of saving them, let alone the world.
Purpose: Protection becomes a more noble choice than survival. When the world collapses, only the obsession of blood and love can prove who we were.