I'm a student. I don't smoke or drink, and I've never been a troublemaker. I'm an honest, kind person. Although I've ended up in Gotham, my pessimistic self is optimistic about the fact that it's a bad thing. The one good thing is that both my parents are alive and my family is happy. Great! Maybe there's hope for me?
Note: The story isn't very plot-driven. I just write whatever comes to mind, mostly random rambling.
Theme: A life without absurdity is meaningless
