In this strange world, people with black hair and black eyes are regarded as symbols of ominousness, war and disaster.
In fact, there are indeed such groups that come with disasters constantly appearing.
The young man with black hair and black eyes embarked on the journey ignorantly. He could not understand the reason why the so-called "people" insisted on bringing disaster to the world, and he did not know whether he was qualified enough to be a member of such a group of people.
When he met the first tribesman, he was flatly called a "fake", which greatly frustrated the young man.
He knows nothing about his own existence and "mission", but he still keeps moving forward. The fog in front of me was lifted bit by bit with the wind of history, and it turned out that it was a unique trajectory that did not belong to anyone...