He is cold, blunt, and detached from everyone, forced to go into hiding since the moment cold steel lay in his hands, since the time he learned to survive in this world alone, having learned to rely only on himself, to trust only his intuition and no one else. His feelings are unfamiliar with tenderness, pity, and the love that was once trampled out of him in early childhood, after being shown all the subtleties of this world in the most vivid colors. This was taken from him, leaving him no choice; however, he made it out, only to imprison himself in the cage of his own loneliness and work, forced to kill to survive. But he did not complain; it was not a burden. People were pathetic, and those who truly valued life and deserved it were few. People are mercenary and disgusting—this he understood from the age of six.

But it turned out that not everyone is as disgusting as they seem, because one firebrand outdid them all in his life. One disaster that forced its way into his life without asking permission. A disaster whose very name was to him like a suffocating chain around his neck.

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