Who am I, you ask? It doesn't matter. Name, gender, age, nationality... These things used to be unimportant. All you can see here is this layer of skin on my body.
If I must say it, I'm just a coser, I don't know where I am, Gotham? Maybe?
So I have to... Survive. There is nothing else I can do. I hope Mr. Tuo's crispy body can withstand it.
But why do the people on this set have thicker thighs than my waist...
Crispy and highly intelligent villain, but on a British and American set
Ah, today is also a day of despair.
(Note, this article is "Cos Cheng Tuo Zong..." If. The protagonist did not go to Wenye, and Fyodor's setting was used until before the comic's prison break. I do not admit the mysterious operations after that. In fact, it has nothing to do with my protagonist. "Crime and Punishment" uses an instant-death setting. Please note)
(The full text is free. The author has limited energy and can write wherever he thinks. It is based on imagination, so there is no logic. It will be updated randomly and will be filled with a lot of OOC, subjective and force majeure private goods, prejudices and other insurmountable cognitive limitations. All content is only required for the plot)
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Purpose: There is always a way out for people who are alive
