I've never had much luck making friends.
My childhood sweetheart was a maniac who ran away from home, and Marilyn, whom I abducted from the post office, was a snack addict whose mental age would never grow up.
After learning from the experience, I was kicked off the map by the Boss and drove to Tokyo to start my second life.
As a result, I met a wild sweet monster and a Pokémon Master.
Then I discovered that I wasn't just having no luck making friends.
So I neither went back to be a Mafia nor chose to stay and become a conjurer.
Years later, the sugar monster knocked on my window in the middle of the night.
"What would you do if I killed Jay."
"Well," I said, "at least you're going to bring me his body."
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The cp has not yet been decided, just enjoy watching it
Motto: Love lasts longer than hate