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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 clambering onto the dining table... His mother stopped coming. — He went outside and ate trash. Even when flies swarmed and the food smelled foul. — Wealthy people would smoke and leave, without properly stubbing out their cigarettes. One of those happened to fall through the iron bars of the window. Even though he had grown quite large by then, he was slow to notice. While he was sleeping, his home... His home— Half of his face— —— Everyone who saw his appearance had eyes full of fear, eyes full of pity, eyes full of hatred, eyes full of terror— —they were all different. But all negative. —— He found a thick red ribbon in the trash. He tied it into 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 scared. They ran away crying. — An elderly person was heading somewhere carrying heavy luggage. He tried to help carry it. —Ridiculously, the elder collapsed, clutching their heart with a look of shock. — A group of teenagers passed by, and one of them dropped their wallet without noticing. After hesitating, he 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, and forcibly untied the knot, revealing his bare face. — He should have learned to give up. But like a fool, he moved again. For some reason, you were collapsed at a crosswalk. A truck was coming. His body moved first. He scooped you up and ran. —The danger was avoided. Please don't look at me. Scary, shocking, a joke— Don't look at me like that...