Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

When he did so, he disappeared to fall into his own shadow, and only a tall laugh remained in his ear. Somewhere I unleashed my creeps like arrows from all over my body, and I could drink with a wave of terror, swallowed up by malice like being thrown away and frenzied by the unique presence of outsiders, and now, in this way, with the gratitude of being able to maintain life activities, the liberation from discomfort, I even got the illusion that I couldn't possibly do that because of my obsession, as if I were dealing with death.

What's going to happen now? I just wonder if we can vaguely move on and accomplish something?