A fan of "Hunter".
When the world turned into a bloody killing field, at that moment, I didn't want to hide or escape.
Death is a predetermined destiny, and this destiny is materialized on the red land, forming a series of heavy and slow footsteps, one after another, like drums from the underground, beating on my heart.
The footsteps stopped next to the corpse of the tribesman. I raised my head with difficulty and met a cold gaze.
The warm and flowing eyes like ink, like a huge and powerful night, quickly occupied my mind, causing me to lose the ability to think.