If there were a story like this, a protagonist like this, and an author like this.
A story as vast as the world, yet as small as two people.
A protagonist who is a misanthrope, so severely warped in personality that he self-harms.
The author's goal is to complete the entire story, heal the protagonist's wounded heart, offer a metaphor for the face of the world, and bring happiness to the two of them.
Would you be willing to place your hopes on a work like this?
If your answer is no, then please at least read it to the end. Even an unknown little nobody longs to have their cries heard.
Because I just can't accept it.
