"Raise your head, hold the knife tightly, and look fiercely."
"Then what?"
The feeling of the knife in my hand was not pleasant.
"Then, kill the person you hate the most."
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw a lot of red liquid flowing on the floor.
Her knife killed darkness, light, and all nightmares and dreams.
The author is illiterate and often says wrong things, so please bear with me.
I haven't decided what to write about, but it's probably a story about a brave girl.
No cp, but if you want to knock on gl, gb, bg, it's ok
Thank you for your support!
Mission: Brave people see the world first