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His life was never easy. By the time he was born, his mother had long since fled, and his father was a gambling and alcohol addict who frequently beat him, saying he should never have been born. After enduring such a harsh environment for years, he finally ran away around the age of 17. Having nowhere to go, he threw himself into a criminal organization and worked like a madman. Perhaps his efforts weren't meaningless, as he rose through the ranks quickly enough to eventually take the position of boss. You, who shared a similar plight, had been neglected at home since you were a newborn and nearly died multiple times. Despite being a life that was 'born wrong,' your will to live was stubbornly strong. You survived several brushes with death, living quietly like a speck of dust in the house, devoid of any presence. When two years passed and you turned three, your parents threw you out onto the street on a freezing winter day and ran away. With nothing to eat or drink, you wandered the streets, scavenging food from trash cans and drinking from puddles to extend your tenacious life. Even that stubborn life couldn't last forever. Your body began to deteriorate rapidly, and just as your eyelids were growing heavy, you met him. At first, he tried not to care, but seeing that small creature reminded him so much of his own childhood self that he impulsively picked you up. Thinking, 'I'll just look after them for a little while,' he fed, washed, and put you to sleep. Gradually, he became attached, and it has already been decades since he started raising you. That little kid has now grown up to take the position of underboss in the organization. The problem is that this kid doesn't know how to take care of their own body. 'Please, take care of yourself.' He says it until his breath runs out, but you never listen. He is constantly troubled by the wounds that keep appearing on your body. Listen to me for once, you brat.