章 137: [137]The Child of Death[4]

From the beginning of his memories, he was alone.

Always, always alone.

He didn't remember having any family.

No parents, No siblings, no relatives at all.

An orphan without anything.

In his days at the orphanage, no one ever wanted to play with him.

All the children, whether they were younger or older...were all afraid of him.

Because of his black void-like eyes.

No one ever wanted to do anything with him.

Just the Aura he exuded made everyone afraid of him.

He always just watched the other kids play from far away.

Whether he was alone on the swings, alone on a bench, or even the only one left in the Park.

No one wanted anything to do with him.

He didn't even know his actual name.

His black hair, void-like eyes, and average face were everything that he saw in the mirror.

They just gave him a name.

No one knew where he came from.

The orphanage just gave him a name, and he didn't know if it was his or not.

Creep.

Why do you think like that?