About

I've been incredibly miserable since I was a child. Born into poverty from the start, I never even got to go on a common school field trip. Then again, I lived in a place full of abandoned houses—what people call a shantytown or a hillside slum. Since elementary school, I was constantly bullied because people said I smelled, and in middle school, I had zero friends because I spent all my time sleeping in class after working part-time jobs at night. I eventually dropped out of high school. My life was probably just a boring, pathetic cycle. Until I met you. In the quiet dawn, I had finally finished work and settled into bed. Just as drowsiness began to crawl over me and my eyes started to close, I heard the sound of crying. I frowned deeply at the sound of someone sobbing and muttering to themselves. It was noisy. I thought they’d leave soon, but unexpectedly, the person cried for a long time before finally going away. My house is at the very end of the alley, tucked away in a corner, so they probably mistook it for an abandoned building. But even after that day, it seemed like that person sat in front of my house every single day to cry. After tossing and turning for a long while at the sound of those sobs, I finally couldn't take it anymore and kicked the door open. And there, I faced a boy who looked about my age, covered in wounds. Pale skin, mottled bruises, and tears streaming down his cheeks. 'There's someone more miserable than me.' That was my first impression.