I met Lin Wei when I was working in a convenience store.
She came to my rescue and sent me home, even remembering the pendant on my keychain.
"The scar on your wrist was burned when you were a child, right?" She smiled, "I have one too."
I thought this was fate's salvation.
Until in the basement, I saw my photos all over the wall——
From the age of five to now, each one has been carefully preserved.
"You can't escape." She traced my face with her fingertips.
I held up the broken glass and stabbed her: "Then let's go to hell together!"
The moment the glass pierced her chest, she suddenly laughed.
"So..." She held my bloody hand, "You are the real hunter."
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Concept: Scars are proof of existence, not shackles of fate