Those Lost Years of “Acne” and Bandits

Everyone around them, in this bustling city, is chasing luxury cars and beautiful women, worshipping money and power, and living youth to the fullest. They sing and dance when happy, drink their sorrows away when sad, play and have fun in their leisure time, and seek comfort in a lover's arms when lonely, all in search of a peaceful place to settle down...

All of it is quite wonderful, quite marvelous.

But there are always a few self-important idiots who refuse to like it.

It was the best of times, and the most beautiful of times. Amid the tumultuous tide of history, the public's values, morals, understanding, interests, and everything else swept across the continent like waves, repeating the same unchanging patterns again and again. Yet among those currents, a few infuriating idiots always swam against the tide, throwing the balance of the times into disarray...