Judge

When I left the orphanage, I hugged everyone, the aunt who took care of me, the uncle who adopted me, and my friends, but I never had the courage to hug her. I was afraid that my dirty hands would stain her white dress. The cold prison is my home. I have lived in that corner where the sun cannot shine for six years. The high city wall covered my wings. The people in the prison taught me the process of stealing things, picking locks, making counterfeit money, cigarettes, and taking various drugs. They also taught me how to exploit loopholes in the law, and taught me how to make money by skirting the line between white and black. Later, when my mother was released from prison, she left me and ran away with a man. I lived in the sewers, living with rats every day, and made a living by stealing. One day, I was stealing things and was discovered by the butcher shop owner. She stepped forward to rescue me and sent me to an orphanage. Later, the warmth of her also left me. After there was no light, my twisted heart began to swell more and more. In the waterway full of corpse smell, there was a disfigured lame man, hitting the boy on the head with a blunt instrument... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.