"Hi, old friend, I'm back."
He's back, he's back again. I raised my head and stared at him, who was just a foot away. He was standing by the window, sometimes appearing as her, sometimes as him, but I knew very well that from beginning to end, there was only one person. Gender is just a code name, just his/her mood. At this time, he/she is him, and he has more desire to embezzle and is more aggressive than the feminine.
"You don't think you can get rid of me, do you?" This was his second sentence.
Conception: