They said I was a waste, an unfilial son, and a disgrace to the family.
Until the black mark on the back of my hand spread completely, at the dinner table where the whole family was judging me, I smiled and exposed everyone's background: Dad, you are a worm outside; Mom, you hate them but only dare to bully me; Master, you have lived by bragging about your son-in-law all your life...
I destroyed that family and also "ruined" the life they planned for me.
When I thought all that was left in my life was atonement, a mysterious organization came to my door and gave me a new job: to use my "blackening" experience to save those souls on the verge of collapse.
It turns out that extreme depression is not the end, the end of the explosion is redemption.
