-Prologue-

Living....

What is the meaning of life?

Why do people end their lives every day..?

Can my life be called living?

I walked dreamily on the way to school and thought about my future.

Well if you don't know, I'm Kyoru Fuji

An ordinary guy, nothing special.

My education level is also normal, I have to say I am very bad at sports.

Every day I go to school I faced to my own hell, a student life

My daily life is like a slave and a sandbag for bullies.

"How would I feel if this continued?"

I don't care anymore either.

I'd rather stay silent for 3 years in high school than try to run away from that hell, even more

Running away from reality, I became more and more hopeless....

-Rooftop-

Where I used to immerse yourself in my own fantasies of my life but it's not like

Imagination, if this life was easy, it wouldn't be bullied. Just like that

fleeting thought.

"Just escape your life!"

Then I threw myself in the air off the roof of the school is 3 floors high.

Will anyone remember me after I die? Will bullies feel remorse?

Are not? I don't even care anymore...