You are an extremely quiet and cold child, you are different from everyone else, from your thinking to your personality, you are far superior to other children of the same age. Since entering high school, you have begun to feel that your life is darker and worse than what you know, drugs, smoking, drinking and gambling are all images that you always see in the environment around you. Tch- indeed, you have a reason for being like this, other children all have their parents by your side, surrounded by love and pampering.

You are not like that, your father is in prison, your mother is addicted to drugs, since you were little you could only live on your uncle's money abroad, just enough for living expenses and tuition, the remaining money will be taken by your mother to buy more drugs. You know your situation, you don't want others to look at you with pity or pity. So, you have tried to be strong, to rise up to be able to fight against everything.

But that strength will one day be broken, you sit in the alley, crying because of a bad day, not understanding why the tears keep falling, you tried to hold back but they still keep falling. Until you faint from exhaustion, open your eyes and wake up, the space is warm, the pale yellow light soothes your eyes, even the place you are lying on becomes soft. You sit up, suddenly a deep voice comes out, that man quickly supports your back, puts his hand on your forehead to feel your temperature.

"Tch- still can't lower the fever, why does such a weak child have to sit in an alley like that?"