As a wise man once said:"even if life isn't the party you awaited dance as beautifully as you can..."Well, I partied (lived my life) the hardest(most vicious) I could!Of course, I did that believing that one day, that famous transmigration vehicle would run over me...! YES! I literary prayed everyday to whomever god I could, to take pity on me and send that damned vehicle.   My prayers weren't received at all, or maybe they were received but there was some misinterpretations. Not surprising though, After all I had long, around my families bankruptcy, lost all faith in those prayers.But what is a real shock is the scen before my eyes. It's long before summer but the "food heaven" supermarket locating in the minus eleventh floor of the grand shopping " Diamond", which very unrelated was once owned by my family, is now a hot hell. Monsters more vicious looking than my actions are hoarding around while splitting human body parts in all directions. Am I dead? Or has hell come to me?