I was stuck in the mire and obsessed with it, like a drunken man chasing a moth to a flame. In the end, he ended up in a miserable state. When I wanted to commit suicide, someone like me appeared.
He said he was the God who came to save me
Narcissus, the main subject, first person, probably switching attacks but both bodies are clean
There may be 0.0000001 Fantasy
Intention: No