Minefield: First-person perspective V. There is often meaningless trash talk. The text is very short and irregular.
The main text is a story with V. The background should follow most of the plot flow, but there is a lot of nonsense.
I peeled off the label glued to the outer surface of the cross-shoulder bag, crumpled it into a ball and threw it on the ground.
"Buckle"... I don't want to look at it again.
When my consciousness became clear, there was also a mirror placed in front of my eyes. I could only vaguely see an outline, which was as big as half my body.
I reached out and wiped away the loose soil on the surface.
There is a woman in the mirror.
A woman with shoulder-length red hair, slightly curly. He was tall and dressed simply. A brown long-sleeved cotton shirt was torn into a waist-baring short-sleeved shirt. It was uneven, as if it had been gnawed by a dog.
I laughed at my own description, and the woman in the mirror also imitated the same "giggling" movements as me: the taut skin was slightly loosened, the corners of her mouth were pulled, and a small crack was pulled out of the exposed body shell at the corner of her eyes.
In this era, there are no high-end "robot dogs" willing to touch a homeless man's clothes.
Concept: Cyberpunk, exploration