When he looked at me with an unfamiliar smile, I thought I understood.
To him, this is a game, a role-playing game that brings the pleasure of controlling the love and hate of others.
For me, this is a fight. I have to break through the cage and escape from the clutches of the devil.
However, I don't have hard armor and don't know how to attack the enemy with a bayonet.
I only know how I fell into the quagmire step by step, unable to extricate myself.
He must have discovered it. In his game, I am destined to be the loser.