-Reader's P.O.V-

As soon as I was born in this world, I knew that I wasn't going to have a meaningful life. I was below average compared to a living person. Sure my eyes could see a jar of oceans, a castle of flowers or the glassy sky, but my throat seems to thirst for something. The shape of my voice.

I managed to somehow communicate with people, but it was never easy.Really. Standing up to talk to other people, threw me insults,but I don't care, I love my self.

So here I am, walking in the light streets of Tokyo,Japan. I just came out from school. I was a second year high school in ________ University in Japan. Yes, I was also the most intelligent student in our class, although I have to admit that I have no friends. For my opinion, my future is more important than friendship with the fact that other people think that reverse way of what I usually think.

 *Arrives the house and opens the door with keys*

*Flashbacks*

I finally got home. Another thing is, I also lived by myself. My parents died when I was in a very young age and well, my Uncle took care of me. The only thing that my Uncle told about my was  that my mom died from giving birth to me, causing dad to have depression and had suicide by hanging his self with mom's picture underneath the floor, stained with blood. 

 My Uncle showed me the reality of this world, and how the strong ones survive. He also taught me Muay Thai, a technique that composes mental and physical factors to perform a good boxing technique. My entire life was already balanced with Uncle by my side. If I had a chance to describe about our financial life, I prefer to say that were not poor---we never had problems about money. Talking about the story that Uncle told me about my parents, I didn't cry at all. Well I was about to-- but then he told me,

 "Don't cry, why would you? You didn't even got a chance to meet and see them personally. The only thing that you could do is to move on and stay strong. In that way, your parents would even be proud of you."

 *Goes to the fridge to get some cold water*

 Until, one day, my Uncle was cleaning with me because the house was dusty. As a thirteen year old teen, I lived a life of being responsible and independent. I was assigned to wipe the windows while Uncle wipes the furniture.

*Knock Knock*

 "Oh L/N, go down to the basement first, wash our cabinet filled with guns. Finish cleaning, ok?" Uncle says in the normal tone of his voice. I went down to the basement, just like as he instructed me to. Listening to Uncle's footsteps disappear, I started cleaning. I was just about to get started then,

*Gun fires*

 Did I just hear guns?!

 Oh God, no, I internally scream.

 I totally face palmed at the thought of my Uncle being shot by a bullet at his head while screaming for my name. I'd feel guilty a million more times than ever. I didn't let time to let run by this moment so I immediately got a sniper and ran upstairs but----

 "L/N, RUN!!!" Uncle screamed at the top of his lungs and right after,

 I heard a gun shoot him once more.

*Flashback ends*

 *finishes drinking water and places the glass on the faucet*

   I had nothing to do so I've decided to clean the house, like normally I would. Going down to my basement, I gently opened my cabinet full of cleaning supplies and gathered the the only ones I need. Alright, just the windex bottle and everything is complete, I think. After a few seconds, a vortex-portal appears, causing me to drift inside.

CREDITS TO THE ARTIST: Yang Uy