Working Hard to Become Port Mafia Qitan

I showed up alone on the top floor of Port Mafia. The loose bandages on his wrists were fluttering in the wind, and the only brightly colored item in his eyes was the scarf on his shoulders. Lost his memory, had nothing, and all he could do every day was to jump down, fall repeatedly into a bloody mess, and then reappear here. He probably died here and became the Jifuling here. "Why do I feel sad? I must be happy to meet my death as I wish, right?" When I asked this question, they in the other world showed sad expressions that were unbearable to look at. "You're such a bastard," Chuuya said. His jewel-like dazzling cobalt blue pupils burned with an emotion I couldn't understand, and it was so hot that I couldn't help but shrink into a ball. [Highlight warning] *If you don't like it, you can fork the page and make a few noises *First-person boss perspective *It should be considered as double black, it is obvious that I did not intend to write it. ＊Ooc in fan fiction is inevitable again ＊The short story will not be too long ＊Mainly written by Ye Ye, a little bit of other things Intention: If you don't want to leave, you must have an unfulfilled wish, right?