Glory in the Dark Night

The rain was falling, and a young man with silver hair was kneeling in front of a tombstone and crying. He murmured "Why... Why?! I'm the one who survived?" The words on the tombstone have been washed away by the years, and the handwriting can no longer be read clearly. The cold wind blew across his face like a knife, with some debris. But he seemed to feel no pain and was still sentimental for the unknown owner of the tomb. The space where the land he was standing on was filled with nothingness, and he was the only one alone... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.