My story begins in an orphanage in a remote corner of London. Poverty, loneliness, and the smell of rancid animals filled my childhood. It wasn't until much later that I realized that those things that didn't knock me down, those days spent searching for a pure land in my heart in darkness and despair, were floating on false clouds from the beginning.
I was trapped in the giant web of lies woven by the hunter and lost the strength to break free. And that bastard made me think I loved him until the end of my life.
Intention: Facing death and pain or living in false beauty, which one would you choose? If you have the choice.