[slow burn] [revolution] [self-redemption] [Cyberpunk] [pure love]
Blood Crystal Cancer appeared in the early days of the founding of Istria.
I got cancer. To stay alive, I had no choice but to get an artificial spine.
Before I was even twenty, I was saddled with an enormous loan.
But now I’m dying again, and I haven’t paid off my prosthetic loan.
All I can do is wait at home to be repossessed, my limbs torn off while I’m still alive.
Why has the world become so awful?
I’m sure I’ve done nothing wrong by this country.
Human bodies are slowly collapsing under the torment of Blood Crystal Cancer.
Then we’d better bring this broken world to an end before that happens.
