I am merciful, merciful.
I have known since I was a child that I am different from others. Curiosity runs through everything in me, but it is not equal to my desire to live.
As time went by, I gradually understood that everything could be calculated, so I relied on my pretty face and unpredictable scheming to survive in the orphanage.
Until I got a storybook. This cheesy love story was a birthday gift from my nurse sister, but it opened the door to a new world for me. It surpassed my fear of death.
Until the age of eleven, the node of fate appeared.
The writing is average and super average.
Purpose: Utopia