I'm strong!

I can handle it!

They say you always get what you deserve.

But how did I deserve what I got?

What am I doing here? I want to leave this place.

I want to be weak. I don't want such a life.

I fall to my knees. Cold drops silently fall from the sky, and I look up.

Dark clouds hang over the gray city.

Father comes to me and helps me get up. I plunge into his arms.

I can’t do anything...