I am about to die, be pushed down the stairs, stop breathing by my father's own hands... Or perhaps understand this shabby life with my own hands.
I am used to carrying contraband with me, but even the courage to resist has long been lost.
I have long since lost my qualifications as a human being.
When I was appointed, I was suddenly pulled up.
[It's possible to fall in love, but it depends on the feeling. ]
Intention: Although justice is late, it will come, and justice is for you and me.
