The Return of the Go

In this frigid snowy night, they fear not the cold. They roar to the heavens, their spirits brimming with fervor.,But, on the borderlands of the northwest, snow has already blanketed the land.,That same year, at the end of the year, one night, I vaguely remember being hit once. In a daze, someone injected my arm with something. Soon after, my breathing became extremely difficult, and eventually I was thrown into a dumpster.。