Terminator, How to Survive in Gotham

The copy has been slightly modified and will be updated from time to time. Probably before 11pm. Then I won't update it after I return to school, and I will officially prepare for my senior year of high school. Emotions may be put to the end, Cp sets original characters. My name is Shivat, a second-level finisher from Lane Seven. What I am most proud of is that everything I wear is still my own, without any strange things. Oh well, I just wish I was more human. My life was relatively comfortable originally. … But I'm a sucker. Oh, I made the worst decision in my life and went to Company L for an interview. Although I have no impression of the interview process, since I have joined the company, I must have gone through the interview. Can anyone tell me why this energy company is so... Oh, okay Everyone seems to be disgusting. To be honest, I'm not doing very well. I really like that coffin and those two guns. Although Mr. Dead Butterfly is annoying, EGO is very useful. It seemed like one day, I think maybe day 50, I realized that this place was terrible. To be honest, when I was younger, I wanted to visit the suburbs, and even more... Now I'm trapped in this hellish place... Sorry, my memory is a little confused. Although I have never met that man, my supervisor has always given me a strange feeling recently... Although we urbanites are all quite outrageous, each one more weird than the other, but something is really wrong lately. I really want to quit. But if this place resigns, I don't know if it will turn into something weird. To be honest, every minute here is very long. I don't know if it's my fault, why do I always feel like I spend a long time here? And on my 30th and 40th day on the job, I realized everything. Wait, what time is it now? … I died, and definitely not once. Alas, I quite want to leave. I don't think I'm crazy, but if I continue to stay, I will definitely go crazy next time. My brain has not been very good these past few years, and I always think of someone. But I have clearly never seen that person before, as if I just met him in a hallucination. What did I do? I have no idea. Anyway, that's what I was thinking about when I died. I can feel that I am dying, dying in progress, hehe. Sometimes some black humor is still very interesting. I thought I was going to die. But... Where is this place? Swat looked around in confusion at a black city. He was in a park in this black city, next to a clear river. Many people come and go, maybe some are sad, some are lonely, but there are also many who are smiling. The sky is blue and the trees are green. No one around him was equipped with prosthetics. "Heh..." Swat gave an extremely ugly smile. Did I escape, or am I still in hell? "This is definitely not a nest." Intention: freedom