The Prisoner Who Stole the Light

[Fantasy + talented group portrait + no system + non-cool writing] Who am I? I am the challenger whose face is distorted by jealousy. I am the lonely soul who froze to death in the dark. I am Gu Lu, burned by the flames in endless regret. I am Lu Chen, holding a lantern, waiting on the eternal bridge for those who will never return. I am Ye Shouci, a poor person who loves but cannot love. I am Xuening, hiding in my mouth those goodbyes that I never have time to say. No, I am... A monster that eats light. What am I? I steal light and I steal memories. They call me Situ Zhao. The "original sin" of killing his mother as soon as he was born and being rejected by the whole city. The only grandma who loved me also burned her life for me, turning into the last curse and seal in my blood. So, I became a walking prison. The first identity is [Light Stealing Prisoner] - he must constantly devour the hopes, memories and light of others in order to maintain this despicable life. Each plunder plunges the soul deeper into an abyss of hunger, thirst and self-loathing. Another identity is [Mourning Poet] - I am forced to listen to and remember all the broken soul fires in the world, and use other people's ignorance, greed, and anger to anchor my own humanity that is about to collapse. I live in their love and hate, and die in their stories. I swallowed countless rays of light just to accumulate enough power to reverse the cause and effect and return in exchange for my grandma. Until I discovered that even this sole obsession was the prologue of a conspiracy. The loneliness, plunder and remembrance I have experienced are all just to make me the key to the final disaster.