In a treacherous world, where in every alley you could feel eyes staring at you like you're some piece of food. Where there is no hope for a cursed child. I stand alone in the starry night hoping that one day I'll understand why everything I touch it surely dies. I stand on the streets wishing that my life was simple and not a broken puzzle. Now it's my turn to explain my story as a hero and not an abandoned child.

While searching for food in a garbage alley, I managed to find a slice of a molding pickle. I savored every last bite of it. It's delicious if you haven't eaten in the past few days. A small number of people stared at me like a rat and walked away but some people stayed to watch what I was going to do next. Disgusting humans always so curious about things. A raspy voice called me.

"Ela! Come on. I have some money for you!" someone demanded. I bolted right away to where the voice is. Then I noticed some people coming after me. I ran faster and faster but every time I tried to go faster they kept on coming. I met with the guy who called me and I tightly grabbed the green money and said thanks but I had to keep going if I want to get away from these guys. Rushing for another building, I smacked right into a car... I'm such a cursed child