A Tom Riddle (that is, Voldemort) fanfic
His soul has split, and he has accidentally ended up in an unfamiliar world. How can he get back?
From using each other to comforting each other, can he and she really learn to trust one another?
Are they both fallen failures, or are they truly successful?
-- We are all unreal beings.
-- No, we have all truly existed.
This is a different kind of story.
That's all.
[The story follows him from his youth through Voldemort's later years. I'll do my best to keep everyone in character, with no idealization or whitewashing.]
Sure enough, no matter what age he is, Lao Fu always wants to use others to maximize his interests (dog head)
It seems that I have fallen into a trap?
Feels like a game world like World of Warcraft