By hurting others, he left scars on his body that were inflicted on him by fate.

It must be karma. That's what Akito called his life. Paying for all the sins of his parents, he constantly avoided direct contact with those with whom it was easier for him. Yes, perhaps having those with him who can always provide him with real support, Akito still ran into painful memories, inflicting and hurting those who tried to treat him like a loved one.

His body was already exhausted, and Akito was mentally tired. Every day was harder than the last, and the new days were so pungent. No matter what, Akito was cold and cruel, always using his cruelty on others. And narcissism? Oh, gods, that narcissism of his, which saved Akito every time he had to believe the worst or show even a drop of mercy.

“Look at you,” he whispered, twirling the toy in his fingers. “You can't even bear me a child,” forever aloof, always rude and arrogant.

That was his credo. Akito's eyes turned around, glaring at the body that was lying on the floor, not far from him. “Worthless, spineless,” there was no end to it.

The guy raised his palm and threw a small object right into the girl's face.

“You're dirt from under my fingernails. And nothing more.”