Witchcraft Resurrection: My Hands Have a Mind of Their Own

My... What's my name? He asked dreamily, looking into the night. "Abel." "A... Bell?" "Yes, your name is Abel." The girl who suddenly appeared in the alley said affirmatively. I didn't know where I came from or what my name was, until I met that girl. She rescued me from the cold winter nights, she gave me my name, she gave me everything. Until that day on the rooftop, my hands had an idea of ​​their own. … This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.