Why do I have so much bad luck?
Why didn't I live in a normal period of life?
Before the Joker and these monsters showed up
In the golden age of the internet and the wonderful games
a young man my age would now be at a coffee shop with a beautiful girl
I envy the kids of that time
Why my fucking luck made me sleep in the open
With a pretty girl in front of me But instead of holding flowers she is holding a sword
A lot of blood covered her body
With many monsters behind her
Where's the phones that are filled with love massages ?
Where's the nice glass of wine?
I Change my thinking completely
After I heard the screaming that was coming from everywhere
I carried my sword with empty eyes
"Why don't I just die and end my suffering"
Celine said looking at me
"You are hurt, why don't you just calm down till we're done"
Celine's calmed down a little
