They all have their own God and their own refuge, what about me? Where am I? Who is there beside me?
I didn't do anything wrong, why can't everyone tolerate me?
Everyone is born with sin, but why do they transfer their dissatisfaction and anger to me?
In this sinful town, no one is completely innocent.
But that winding and bumpy intersection, that prison filled with bloodstains and resentment in the center, has my name engraved here forever.
A blood book used for trading - Am I the writer or the person in the book?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
