This is a story I heard. To be honest, it would be difficult for him to attract people's attention if he was sitting in a crowd. What interests me is the scar on his back, a scar like a crimson snake crawling on his back. I think he should be the kind of person with a story, so I deliberately approached him, as if approaching a mystery. He said, with an expression that seemed to be asking me, but also about himself. On the contrary, he started to feel powerless within a few turns, his feet felt inexplicably weak, and he was sweating profusely. … Continue readingA Story Heard