I was lucky and unlucky at the same time I failed many years ago.
My name is Yu An, which is a nice name, but they deprived me of my right to be Yu An.
Fortunately I escaped, but it seems like I didn't. After I finally got rid of insomnia, I fell into a nightmare.
There is always a gun barrel in my dreams, the coldness of metal products fills my nose, and butterflies flutter in my ears.
I remember that butterfly, in that garden of our childhood, in that wooden box where we buried it. Do you remember that toy gun?
Or do you still remember the agreement between us?
The person opposite just smiled and replied.
"Wake up quickly, the real him is still waiting for you."
Please wait for me, counterclockwise.
When I wake up, I will take you away, okay?
He is calm at all times, a bitch-tongued executioner, a half-blind attacker × a cute, super-strong manic sufferer who explodes anytime and anywhere
Concept: compartmentalization and dissociation
