To run away and find freedom—that is the only goal of my miserable life. A life where I have to do what I hate with all my soul. But where can I go, if for those who are trying with all their might to survive in this rotting world I’m, by definition, an enemy? And if I succeed, will those who consider me “one of theirs” open a hunt for me?
A chance meeting overturns all my plans, and now I don’t need to run anymore. Luck? I don’t think so. I can’t hide the truth from someone who always knows what I feel. And very soon he’ll learn that I’m an enemy.
Contains obscene language.