“The Fugitive of Death”
A lifetime spent running.
Running from a ruthless grandfather.
Running from the sight of lifeless parents.
Running from everything too painful to face.
So, death became the only answer.
If life was an endless chase, then death was the only escape.
Living solely to die, every step was a march toward the inevitable.
But when the long-awaited moment finally arrived—
“…What the hell?”
It wasn’t I who chased death.
It was death that began to flee from me.
