Nothing is more tragic in life than having no purpose.
A Cha spent his whole life searching for a reason to keep living:
betrayal, false accusations, isolation, abandonment.
Again and again, despair tormented this poor soul, who perhaps should never have existed in this world.
A Cha wept until there were no tears left. Detached from it all, he watched his own pitiful, miserable, ridiculous self. He felt no attachment to this wretched world.
The only thing keeping him alive was his fragile, defiant heart.
A Cha was nothing more than an ordinary unfortunate soul abandoned by the world,
yet he kept going like some kind of glitch.
Heaven has no mercy, and the gods will not take pity.
All A Cha has is the tiny chance at life he fights so painfully to obtain.
Someone looks back on A Cha’s life.
Could there really be someone so wretched in this world?
Is the pain of living truly better than being dead?
A Cha smiles. He wants to live.
Quite depressing