I am a low-level employee of a port freight company. One night on my way home, I was smashed into a garbage dump by a cat system and announced that my good friend with a single arrow would die violently. From then on, I began a continuous cycle of social death in hell.
I took a breath and closed the wardrobe full of vests - what can I do if I die in society? It only costs one life to die in society, so I will risk my life with my old face.
Intention: Have the courage to communicate and communicate
