I have a sweet home with my father, mother, brother and me.
Until that day the black shadow hiding in the dark killed everyone.
The house was weeping, the tears were hot, and he killed himself with his own hands.
The smell of paint corroded by tears was extremely unpleasant. Like it really happened.
It's time to wake up, it's time to wake up.
When I wake up, I still have a black and sweet home.
Can I tell another story? Mr. Prison Guard.
Don't think of imprisoning me in this sweet home forever.
Brother Wen, who is under the age of 18, is not his biological son. The thunderer brings his own lightning rod. Dark text (?)
Pathologically eccentric and paranoid prison guard × withdrawn, cold and inconsistent writer
Concept: black humor