Blood floods the city, blades flash unseen. What he sees is this world.
This so-called peaceful society is constantly trying to kill him.
So what? His heart is dead, and his eyes have grown used to it all.
Ever since he was born, he has seen straight through everything. All he can see is hypocrisy and pretense. He even wants to drive a knife into them, then kill himself. He sees all this, sees reality, yet is powerless to do anything. He, too, is trapped in it.
He was once God's favorite, blessed with the finest talent, the best surroundings, and the woman he loved. Yet one thought was all it took to kill his heart. Like a puppet, he can no longer see any worldly attachments. His desires are an unknown quantity, even to himself. He doesn't know what he wants.
He only knows he cannot stop.
All he can do is keep waiting.
Everything in the past is gone forever. The present that is about to arrive will also be sealed away.
Everything that has faded into the distant clouds is impossible to find again, beyond all doubt.
Theme: Criticism
This book only has no prototype so far