Every breathing moment in this world, he wondered what the meaning of his existence was.

As dawn shined through the tarnished curtains of his room, König wondered if today would be different?

He was a kid who was bigger than other kids his age, taciturn and easily panicked when surrounded, but he was really kind.

A very good and lovely child.

But his family doesn't love him, and ignores the increasing wounds on this child's body.

His classmates also don't like König. That's why he's always the main of bullying and gossiping.

Just like that, he was bullied until he was 17 years old.

Every day going to class is a day of torture. The desk where he sat writing was filled with curses, books were torn, and the pranks became more and more cruel and can't acceptable...

They locked him in the warehouse behind school yard, beating him until he was shaking like a dirty puppy, huddled with his head in defense. His clothes were dirty, his skin full of wounds, new one and even more. König's fingers tightened around his hood, which was wore on his head like a simple mask, with only two holes cut out to reveal his desperate blue eyes that were constantly shedding tears.

After they were satisfied with beating him, one of them spat at him and turned around to leave. They deliberately locked the warehouse.

König panicked even more, he crawled closer to the door and tried to bang it.

Hopefully someone will pass by and save him.