The basement was dark and humid... The moonlight reflected from the window, the iron chains shook with the struggle, the shirt was messy, and there were stains on it. The knife was placed on the boy's arm, and the coldness penetrated the bone. The boy's eyes were blurred. Every time he scraped the knife, blood flowed continuously and flowed to the container...
After the traces of time, there is no injury on the boy's body, including bruises on his legs, scratches on his arms, wounds on his knees... And marks on his waist...
He looked forward to his god, but the god ignored him. He exchanged his wounds for the god's mercy, but the god quietly disappeared.
Motto: Be optimistic even when you are in trouble