Order in the Snow: My Doomsday Fortress

Apocalypse + Obsessive-Compulsive Tyrant + Dark Reality + Order Aesthetics + Fatal Tenderness "The first law of the apocalypse: everything must be in order in my fortress." Ye Xuan has the most perfect safe house in the frozen hell. Cans are arranged by expiration date, bullets are sorted by caliber, and the monitoring screen is spotless. And - three pairs of unopened black stockings, numbered and stored. He thought he would rule alone until the end of the world. Until that day, he saw a woman in the ruins. There was a hole in the black stockings on her body. The position is three millimeters to the left and the edges are uneven. At that moment, Ye Xuan's obsessive-compulsive disorder and gun muzzle awakened at the same time. He first killed a few of the marauders behind her - for being too noisy. Then, he held the needle with tweezers, and in the cold wind of minus 50 degrees, The hole was mended with stitches and stitches. "Now," he put away the needle and thread and put the muzzle of the gun against her forehead, "explain why your stockings are made of nylon and not velvet?" Later, the entire frozen world knew: Don't wrinkle the sheets in Ye Xuan's territory. He will smooth out the wrinkles for you first. Smooth your breathing again.