prologue

As a child, I was never a good kid. Many people, including my parents, thought of me as a psychopath.

Because of this, my school was not fond of having somebody like me as their student.

They turned a blind eye to all the kids that bullied me.

However, I was not weak like everybody else, and I would not simply let them step all over me like that.

One day, when I was walking to school, one of the kids that would bully me approached me.

His father was rich, though it's not like his background mattered either way. At least, not at the time.

I don't remember much about what happened that day, but the next thing I remembered was flashing red and blue lights and people whispering all around me.

I tried to run, but I was eventually caught by the police and sentenced to 20 years in prison.

Although, it didn't really matter to me because I had nothing to look forward to in my life anyway.

By the time I was released, I was already 36, and none of my relatives were willing to take me in for obvious reasons.

I couldn't find a job either, because of my record, so I became homeless.

During that time, I would wander and steal anything that I needed, whether it would blankets, clothes, or food.

I became interested in martial arts and would practice some stuff whenever I had the chance.

Then, after living like that for a few months, I got particularly desperate and broke into a house of an old lady.

I thought she would be an easy target, but tragedy struck when she pulled out a shotgun.

All I could see in the last moments of my life was the barrel of shotgun, and then everything became dark.