Whatever you want to describe me - in short, I carry around my carefully packaged secrets to deceive the sincerity, which is both a hobby and a means of survival. I have the power of observation and analysis that a liar usually has, and I am able to calmly deal with passers-by who are wandering in various emotions. His expression was as stiff as that of an office worker crawling out of Tetsuya Ishida's painting, and his suit was dusty with years of exhaustion. The secret I sent was packaged as an official document, just like a document on a table. It was torn apart and covered with flesh and blood to cater to the dark and oppressed heart. If this is a gift to a silly girl who is hurt in love, she will definitely use the wrapping paper with the broken swallowtail butterfly pattern to wrap the wisp of breath that her ex-boyfriend blew behind her ear in layers - not only to send the association of being as desperate as a moth to the flame, but also not to leave a tender ending. A hit; for the boy, it can be anything from a guitar poem to a basketball comic, or a wandering on the railway track, but there must be a nuclear bomb called time hidden in the deepest part, making him stunned and weak at the last moment so that he can easily give a shoulder to earn tears. The mother of a one-year-old child exudes the gentleness of the May sunshine. She is my favorite group of people. I will definitely eliminate all malice and wrap a sunny amusement park in wrapping paper with spring flowers and rainbows and serve it with both hands with a smile. In short, no matter what identity or background story a person has, I have a way to cater to them, so that in the future I can either viciously and accurately strike others or extend my gentle influence to others - it all depends on my mood or weather.