On New Year's Eve, I lost my original identity.
The trash is dead, and the only ones left alive are those who deceive ghosts and monsters...
Hush, don't say it, someone will hear you.
Ha! Hahahahahahaha!!! Alive~ Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! How is it possible! He is dead!!! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! He is dead!!!!
Don't think that I would be like that good-for-nothing, sacrificing myself to save others? How stupid!
Simple? Pfft, how did you come up with it~
Losing his memory, wiping out the past, and restarting it thousands of times gave him the qualifications to negotiate, allowing him to return to the nightmare~Friend~? I'm afraid you hate him to death~
The torrent of time came back, pushing him back to that creepy nightmare place. The pain of the past was still with him, like the whisper of the devil lingering in his ears. Panic, despair, and collapse are sweeping across us. If we rely on ourselves, we will eventually survive the disaster.
Pray, loneliness is not for wolves. Qi is the most sacred lone wolf. The pack of wolves breaks up and dies, and the lone wolf calls himself the king.
Pray, my child, choose yourself this time and stop caring about me. If death is my destiny, please forget me, just like the original prayer.
Intention: Deception will survive