Tutor Gray

I climbed up from the bottom. Death, pain, and killing are always with me. I don't care about anything, not sin, not filth, not the endless river of pain. I lay dormant in a dark corner. Colored with a mixture of light and dark. Our lives are as poor as dust. Just like everyone who has been infected by time and is constantly working and exhausted. The name refers to it, which is as large as a shadow and has no regrets. Our lives are filled with mottled gray. This is a joke. Just a cute little prank. Short story. Major changes in progress. Anyway, please ignore bugs and logic such as timelines, and just automatically think of all possible reasons. This is just a thought. Conception: