Close your eyes, it's dark...
Open your eyes, dawn...
Time seemed to have stopped since he was sent to this laboratory...
Doctors in long white coats with expressionless faces came and went, studying him carefully from head to toe.
He then thought that he was no different from the corpses soaked in formalin. Maybe he would become one or some of them soon?
Some abilities are destined to be hidden and unknown. Once they are exposed to the sun, they are destined to end tragically.
At that time, as a child, he could not understand why they, the teachers who had grown up with him, would cruelly push him into such an abyss.
But now, rather than saying that he understands, it is better to say that he has thought about it and it doesn't matter anymore. Even if he dies like this, no one will notice or care, right? Because in this world, no one has ever shed tears for him from the beginning. All he has is himself...