Use Sharingan to Escape from the Killing Line

I have eyes that can see secrets. Emotions, identities, relationships, lies, even how close a person is to death. Three months after graduating from college, I submitted sixty-seven resumes and finally got an interview with a bank. During the day, I was squeezed out of my quota by a related household. That blond rich girl from Long Island is beautiful, arrogant, and even saying "good luck" is like charity. At night, I saw her again in the underground clinic. Covered with white cloth, the system registered: death. My eyes show: [Alison Walker. Twenty-three years old. Fear. Not dead. All I wanted to do was find a job, pay my rent, and not be killed by life in New York. But from the moment I rescued her, I was dragged into...