Jun, a patient with articulatory muscle paralysis.
He can't talk, he's not cute, he doesn't cry or laugh.
From the moment he stepped into my grandpa's house, there was only a safe wall behind him.
He curled up his body, hugged his knees, and used the wall as his backing, keenly sensing the malice coming from the outside world.
In the battle with his mother, he completely defeated his teacher. But it completely tore apart the illusion of beauty, dripping with blood.
Love eventually became the extremely boring reward for his fighting game.
He can sacrifice everything for the people around him, even if he is stained with murder.
You can also point your gun at anyone around you for the pleasure of killing.
Abandonment is the end, and the past is only the past.
The heart is scarred and covered with blood scabs, with no hope of recovery.
Sensitive emotions, morbid emotions, distorted personality.
Jun who is so pitiful that he curls up; Jun who fortifies the fortress and is ready to attack.
In front of you are the faded puzzle pieces, and at your feet are the innocent birds that died young.
With his back against the wall and his shoulder against the fireplace. His expression was as lonely as his figure.
He is Jun.
He is a clock.