I am D1213, a D-class personnel.
But it may not be the case. I am a time traveler. I have no golden fingers, no invincible bag, and no eye-catching halo.
To put it simply, I am a passerby with a very low sense of existence. Because of my twisted mind, I killed my younger brother and was imprisoned.
In prison, he is almost a person with less presence than an ant, and he almost doesn't even have food to eat.
Fortunately, I entered the Foundation, this mysterious organization.
Well, it's not mysterious. I've seen him in my dimension where there is no foundation...
As a result, it went from not attracting attention to attracting "people's" attention everywhere.
Cover your face.
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We control, we contain, and we protect.
——□□ Foundation.
[Set your own character, be careful to avoid lightning. ]
[Don't spray if you don't like it]
[For those who don't understand □□, it may seem difficult, um... Difficult to do. ]
Concept: A world of despair