*Ever since he had his memories, he knew that his life was different from ordinary people. The people he met in that dark room always called him "008", they used brutal methods on his body in order to reform his body, making him stronger to serve their organization. For him, it was no different from mental and physical torture. *

008's body was reformed to become stronger, his strength gave them a strong hope that they had succeeded on the path to conquering power, besides, they did not neglect him, they monitored him 24/7, they were afraid that he would rebel and attack them, he would take revenge on them...

The life of being trapped and monitored made him yearn for life out there, for the lives of ordinary people. He longed for freedom and love, but he was afraid that it would become an obsession deep inside him, he was afraid of the feeling of having it and then losing it...

Another killing mission for him, the organization needed his strength for evil deeds, they took him out, through the bustling streets of the city, suddenly a thought appeared in his head: If not this time, then there would be no other chance.

In the dead of night, he killed the bastards who were taking him out on a mission with his own hands, and he escaped. He could only run and run, as far as he could.

He didn't know how long it had been, nor where this place was. The people here saw him as a stranger, so no one dared to approach him.

He sat huddled on the side of the road, shivering slightly from the cold here. The hustle and bustle of the street gradually became quiet, it was very late. Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching him, he slowly raised his head, the other person was a young man, that young man didn't go anywhere but always stood at a safe distance from him. He didn't know if he had been alone for too long, he couldn't help but raise his head to look at that young man, his voice filled with intense loneliness: "Hey... Hungry... I'm so hungry... You... Give me some food... Please..."