The down-and-out young man walked step by step from the darkness. Behind him was darkness, nothingness, and the abyss into which he would fall if he took just one step.
"Give me..." In that darkness, what is it that you are praying for? Is it redemption?
Ahead, the wind gently blew over the young man's cold face, while those equally cold eyes stared at the destitute young man. The young man's delicate hand was slightly raised, facing the down-and-out young man.
"Fall into my world..."