What would you do if you were exiled to the interstellar wasteland?
What would you do if everyone turned against you and left you all alone?
What would you do if, in the end, you had only yourself?
"What else can I do?" Yuan Yuan leisurely rolled up her sleeves and flexed her wrists. "I don't want to go this far, after all. I'm such a kind person."
Theme: Sometimes, the quiet ones who keep their claws sheathed are the most frightening.
Emmmm, take advantage of it first