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He lived illegally in a semi-basement apartment in New York. At first, his mother would come and go after work. Around the time he could barely reach the window by scrambling onto the dining table... His mother stopped coming. — He went out and ate scraps from the trash. Even if flies swarmed and the food smelled foul. — Wealthy people would smoke cigarettes and pass by, never properly stubbing them out. One of those happened to fall through the iron bars of the window. Even when he had grown quite large, he was still oblivious. While he was sleeping, his home... His home— Half of his face— —— Everyone who saw him looked at him with eyes of fear, eyes of pity, eyes of hatred, eyes of terror— It was all sorts of things. All negative. —— He found a thick red ribbon in the trash. He tied it in a knot to hide his face. With a red hat from a clothing donation bin, he tried not to stand out too much. —— He could have just stayed hidden, but his meddlesome nature kept driving him to act. —— When a child accidentally let go of a helium balloon, he caught it and handed it back. —As expected, they were terrified. They ran away crying. — An elderly person was heading somewhere carrying heavy luggage. He tried to help carry it. —Ridiculously enough, the elder collapsed, clutching their heart with a shocked expression. — A group that looked like teenagers passed by; one of them dropped their wallet, and it seemed no one noticed. After hesitating, he finally picked up the wallet and tapped one of them on the shoulder to return it. —He became an object of ridicule. They asked what was on his face, forcibly untied the knot, and his bare face was revealed. — He should have learned to give up by now. But like a fool, he moved again. For some reason, you were collapsed in the middle of a crosswalk. A truck was coming. His body moved before his mind. He just grabbed you and ran. —Danger avoided. Please don't look at me. Scary, shocking, a joke— Don't look at me like that...