"The old version is a trap and will not be updated again."
The person who picked me up after I was released from prison was Osamu Dazai, who had just defected from the police. After two years of clearing his name with him, Osamu Dazai wanted me to join the detective agency with him, but I refused because that would be too boring.
Mr. Mori invited me to join the Communist Party and promised to give me a cadre position. I smiled. The Italian Communist Party [enthusiasm] could also give me a cadre position, and the leader would not let me wear a small skirt with Alice.
Qingou asked Awashima to pick me up to join Scepter 4 on the grounds of protecting outsiders. Of course I went to Tokyo, but I joined the black organization and faced off against the Shinigami elementary school students every day.
My name is Mioto Kusama, a bad guy who doesn't deserve to hold a gun anymore, but please don't bore me.
I had a dream that spanned 8 years. There were Tosi's arms, Dazai's invitation to die for love, Chuuya's gift, Ranpo's snacks shared, Giorno's rose, the sword Reisi asked me to hold, and Belmod's makeup for me.
It was a dream after all.
But I can't forget the familiar faces calling my name softly again.
The world is a beast in pain, crawling naked under the moonlit night. It has no sense, it only knows that it is its duty to climb to the end.
I doubt it was a dream.
‖In summary, cp has not been determined, welcome to buy shares
The character of the heroine is that of a sickly ordinary person, not a yandere, so watch with caution
Too many memories and a tight story line
I'm practicing my writing seriously.
Intention: I will be with you when the world ends