When did it all begin? This life of scuttling through back alleys in constant fear, growing numb to the sight of fights that only ended in death.
Guh—! That kid!!
Ugh... the metallic tang of stale blood filled my senses. Those tattooed thugs had struck from behind, yet he had fought back. I’d dismissed them as mere fringe scavengers slinking into the slums, but were they actually part of an organized crew?
I really hope this fic is decent i never bothered to translate it myself because of novelpia’s age verification. Im really tired of ooc and Chinese arknights fics.