Fear was like gangrene in his bones, forcing him to give up his life.
Moreover, he was abandoned.
In fact, he is right, I have to look forward.
So, I picked up the knife and came to the alley he always talked about...
Note:
1. This article is written in the first person, Narcissus. "I" and "he" are the same person in different time periods.
And both of them are attackers, they are Platos.
2. If the protagonist has had the experience of being betrayed, be careful to avoid lightning.
3. The ending is probably oe but be.
4. The author's writing power is limited. If you don't like it, please mark it out. Don't scold me. Thank you.
Intention: All things reincarnate eternally, and we ourselves are also involved in it.