As a child, he lived in gloom. He should have been a brilliant age, but he was gloomy, living in darkness, without light, sound, and godlessness. He didn't know why he lived, for himself, for others, or just a tool for his father. He became calm, cold, and ruthless, like a weapon. He is always alone, walking aimlessly for a long time, a long time, a long time...
Finally, he found his own, the light
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