The hands reached exactly twelve o'clock, and a sprinkler truck drove by, washing away the dirt on the ground. The scorching sun in the sky left no one exposed. Some stories ended before they even started. There is no sweet pet, no sadomasochism, I have been a good person, I have done bad things, I have stumbled and seen the darkness of the world, and I still work hard to live. Everyone is just trying to live. If there were parallel time and space, where would your person be?
Concept: There are no absolute good or bad people here, there are just living lives.