On October 12th, I thought I was dead.
We promised that if one day we die, we will die together.
And today is the day.
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Because entering the "Passenger Family" requires a prequel... And mine doesn't have one...
And a "passerby" like me with unknown origins... A passerby who came out halfway... There is no prequel, and in the six months since I entered the passerby family, not even a word P has been written in the prequel...
Now, because of the strong request of Mao Zai Tong Shoe, I have written this prequel, and for a moment, I am in Nirvana... And my origins are no longer unknown.
Conception: