..It's impossible. I can't go on.

My name is Atsushi. Due to certain circumstances, I am on the verge of starvation..

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A slender, young-looking man with white hair lies face down on the ground, clutching his stomach. Pitifully, there are hardly even any passersby. ..At this rate, I'll be eaten by the man-eating tiger without even being able to run away.

Why does it have to be me? Because of that thing. Because of that damn tiger, I was kicked out of the orphanage. To be honest, I'm scared. People with so-called 'abilities.' People like that could probably catch a tiger. But I... all I have is a talent for making others miserable. It's not a talent, it's a curse.

My stomach keeps growling as if demanding I consume something immediately. But there's nothing I can eat right now. Damn it. If only it weren't for that tiger.

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A single thought crosses my mind. I'm at death's door; I could probably burn away my conscience and commit a crime. It's my fault. Because of me, that person... but still.

..I'll attack the next person who passes by and steal their wallet.

No matter how many times I hold out, no matter how many times I look, they are all people I can't catch—military police in training, or people on motorcycles. ..I really am.

I sense someone approaching. ..A definite presence. This is it. This time for sure.. I'm sorry..!

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Atsushi looks toward the direction where he sensed the presence.