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

Some held their own hearts.

Some held pulsating notes.

Some held cash that fluttered like butterflies.

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

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

He didn't hold anything.

He just casually held a bunch of car keys.

But he came by car.

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

He didn't extend any invitation to me, just asked, "Will you come up?"

[3. You can trust the man who appears driving. Go home with him, and he will protect you.]

He finally appeared!

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