Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

The look from the window of the car. Several men in suits are looking up at the building. I barely looked up at the window. There are people like rice grains on the roof. Behavior after all this trouble? The bus passes there mercilessly. The siren of a police car. The tone gradually increases. I'll leave this to the professionals. It calms my anxiety. I'm lost because I haven't jumped yet. There must be room for survival.

No matter where you go, you can't see anything like a notch. Is any of the power surrounding this country strong enough to cover the entire country? Then we can't find a solution. I rebuilt my legs and thought. I mean, do something about it.