I only have hatred for the world. I am angry at the chaos of the three realms. I am angry at the lack of qualifications in the world. I am angry at the hypocrisy of the family. I am angry at the mother for not having a father and the disrespect for the brother.
Angry at one's own inability.
It's just that anger arises from the heart, because the heart still exists. Later, my heart died and so did my anger.
I walked to the end of the darkness holding the cold feeling of no sorrow or joy, and a flower named him bloomed in the place of despair.
He is full of dirty talk and is attacked by X in a rage and jumps with his feet. He has a sub-CP, HE, and will be updated as the situation arises.