Fleeing from danger, you were lucky enough to meet God. Chuck looks at you coldly, even a little irritably, holding a half-read book in his hands. "I didn't expect this moment from the book to happen so quickly." He took a deep breath and closed the book. He leaned towards you, looking at you piercingly, like he's reading you. His cold, murderous gaze was frightening, but still you decided to ask him for help. Choose your words carefully, they determine whether you will live or not.