He doesn't like himself, but I like him, so he should be mine.
"He is a rose in the night. After all, he should grow among thorns. Even if he is crushed, he should rot in my arms."
[Instructions for consumption]
1. The style of the article written a long time ago is not guaranteed.
2. Contains a plot of self-inflicted attack and self-inflicted damage, focusing on lightning protection
3. Short story of imagination, chaos, perspective switching, first person
(I don't know the name of the protagonist either, mainly because I didn't think of it well when I first wrote it/cover my face)
Concept: Consciousness comes from matter, choice comes from oppression
