I was just an ordinary person who wanted to go home and feed the cat. I just read a novel and was dragged through ten hellish gates. During the nine stations, I fled here and there, had betrayals, and crawled out from the pile of dead people on rotten and stinky flesh. Every time I couldn't hold on any longer, I would hold the cat tag in my arms and tell myself that at the tenth station, I would see the warm lamp at home and the picking cats at home. But when I stood at the door of my house covered in blood, I realized that the so-called tenth station was not a return trip at all, but the gentlest cage that locked me in pure hope.
This article is purely fictitious, with an imaginary background and a lot of fictitious information. It is a fictitious story about the party's mistaken intrusion, which is fictitious! !
Intention: Who can be someone's light? People ultimately have to rely on themselves