Loot

He suffered injustice since he was a child, and as an adopted son, he was ignored, disliked, and looked down upon. So he swallowed his anger, recuperated his energy, and finally took everything. He also won the brother who had been unwilling to look at him since he was a child. He thought his brother was the trophy of his life. But in the end, he got nothing. Because his trophies had died together with the broken paintbrush and the smashed easel on the brightest afternoon. Intention: If you love, please say it loudly