There is another me living in my mind, maybe another me in a parallel world, maybe someone in a corner of this world who is in the completely opposite situation to me.
This is a story where reality and imagination go hand in hand. The story contains my real experience and my imagination. Just like that, I started digging holes.
I am a single dog, alone from beginning to end. My psychology is slightly dark, slightly neutral, and my outlook is distorted like the Leaning Tower of Pisa.