章 39: THE SUPER FRIENDS

It has been a while since I woke up in a black bag, packed to be discarded in a mass grave, as if I were destitute, had no family. It is no small matter that you die and discover that you are still alive. But it's just ridiculous for those who listen and don't know anything. Now things have changed. I am not a confused wanderer who does not know what to do or who to trust, like the damn modern Don Quixote. No. It is bigger than me. Who am I?