Who would have thought that the beast would have to take leave
Like the title, I don’t want to either
Going home is like going to war. The original plan was for my dad to pick me up, but then he shut me down...
And now I still can't get a taxi in the cold wind. It was because I was hungry and cold, crying behind bars... Something seemed wrong.
Anyway... I guess it will be quite late when I get home. I will update it tomorrow, gurgling
This chapter has been completed!