More and more men came forward, holding things in their hands.

Some were holding their own hearts.

Some were holding pulsating musical notes.

Some were holding cash that fluttered like butterflies' wings.

I remembered the rules on the note and politely refused them one by one.

Until a middle-aged man stood in front of me.

He wasn't holding anything.

He was just casually clutching a bunch of car keys.

But he came by car.

His wheels rolled over countless men who were holding things, grinding them into ashes and pressing them into smoke.

He didn't extend any invitation to me, he just asked, "Are you coming up?"

[3. Men who appear in cars can be trusted. Go home with him, and he will protect you.]

He finally appeared!

Tears of joy streamed down my face, and I nodded excitedly, "Okay."