(Third person in the text)
After clearing the dungeon where I played the villain, I always couldn't get out. I knew I was me, but I always felt that I was not me.
I cannot accept the kindness of others with peace of mind, even though each of them seems to love me.
I imprisoned myself in a cage and refused to put out a tentacle.
Maybe I got too involved in the drama, so it took all my energy to come out.
Gradually, the boundaries between my reality and illusion were blurred, until that day, the light I once had appeared.
Note: I updated it randomly, I don't know what I wrote.
Intention: When will it be written?
