"So, this is all a scam?" Sitting on the steps was a young man covered in blood.
"Who lied to whom? Things are unpredictable, so why bother trying to change your destiny against heaven?" This voice came from nowhere and floated into the young man's ears in vain.
Hearing this, the young man became silent again.
There is nothing in the first place, so how can it be stained with dust!
Idea: What would a person be like if he was born without any restrictions?