My life became strange. Through the small eyes of the door, the courier in work clothes gave me a twisted smile.
Eyes from everywhere were staring at me, from various characters trying to penetrate my life, showing their supreme, twisted and crazy love.
I will kill them, cut them with a knife, vent my anger.
They can be transformed into pieces, and each piece is smiling at me.
PS:
first perspective text
The protagonist will not be with anyone, there is no CP single arrow from beginning to end
Intention: Is this all fate?