Flies always like to hover on rotten meat, and I am that piece of meat, exuding a black stench, but longing to stand in the sun one day and breathe in the warm air like a human being, but I know that all this is a luxury.
I have been wandering in this city for as long as I can remember, but this nominal home has not become my patron saint. On the contrary, it has brought me pain that I cannot forget. Those unbearable pasts have turned into scars and been severely branded on my body. It was not until I was taken to a place called the "T-Gang" that I realized that this bloodthirsty game could not end...
Intention: Suddenly looking back, there is no light to get closer to
