Meeting people is out of the question.
Even blades that look like people are out of the question.
At most, I can have the chickens deliver notes every day and get the dog to bring back my lunchbox, just enough to keep me alive.
The Keeper of the 996 Honmaru
Codename: Air
Profile: Please treat me like air.
Statement: As long as we don't meet, we can talk about anything.
But one day... the frequency of our encounters finally rose above zero.
No matter how carefully I take precautions, there are always a few who slip through the net, and the holes keep getting bigger. What should I do?
Yu Gong Wei: Close my eyes, wear a peaceful expression, and lie flat on the spot :)
