I started talking about that time when I entered my friend's agent company, and I explained how they usually make a cluster of plans in a team which got me admiring some of the best talents that were gathered in the higher bunkers.
Still, they were not allowed to crowd each other since it would disadvantage the rest of them.
Until it reached the point where one nun raised her arm, then another and another; this moment was when a reasonable question came in, crashing my brain like a meteor—A meteor—the light dragged me here.
The thought of it flew randomly, and there is no reason I would not answer the nuns; half of it may be the truth, and half may be a lie.
I walked steadily with the nuns that I had just met. Since we are heading towards the candle-lighting temple, I am reminding myself that this is not the same life as before, and I am eager to know what causes the curse to be a success or a failure.
