Mostly, I thought this world was completely true, good, and beautiful. Suddenly one day, the so-called justice killed a good man in front of me, and sneered at me and said, "The way the world is, it still wants to kill."
I cried and struggled, watching the man's blood being drained. I wanted to save him, but it pinched my throat and told me that I could not save anyone.
Powerless, I was hanged, my hope and faith were smashed to pieces, and I fell in a pool of blood of my predecessors. I woke up repeatedly after going crazy, until my broken thoughts were quenched into a knife and swung at the injustice.
That's the end of it, any justice is bullshit.
Concept: Yin and Yang strange energy