Hello, today I'm creating my first novel. Ha ha ha ha! But I will say that I have practiced many times.

Is it better to release the demo first?

I haven't finished drawing it yet so I'm going to upload it now. I can't take it anymore. I'm going to invest in drawing it myself like this. Hahaha!!

Every person on earth has factors for living on earth. Whether it's family, money, power, or love. All of these things are important for living on the planet called Earth. But all that was said in such a long time was nothing else. Because there is another thing that a group of people, a certain age, a certain period of time

Live your life because of this, that is "friend"

Actually, what are we born for? Why is it different? Why do we have to create feelings for things that cannot be reached? Why? I sit and think about this all the time. I am just a 15-year-old girl who has lived a meaningless, worthless, and friendless life. I have lived like this for 15 years in the slums. Without noble people

There were only people and cigarette smoke and drugs. No future for me I tried to commit suicide many times. But with such a weak and faint heart, I didn't dare to do it.

There were many people who tried to escape from this terrible place. By entering the city to find work and live a comfortable life But what is it that comes easily? without having to exchange it for anything The city itself was not much different from here. Whether it's scammers who deceive people or other things that I don't want to talk about.

And in the end everyone gave up. reduce effort Then turn to rely on cigarette smoke and addictive drugs.

“Cut it short, Uncle,” I said to Uncle the barber. My regular shop Uncle is a kind person. I often come to play at this shop.

“Uncle, I really feel sorry for Lisha's braids. Do you really want to do that?” Uncle asked, picking up my braids and gently stroking them.

"Yes, I think....it doesn't suit me anymore." I smiled slightly at the corner of my mouth.

"So...then I won't stop you." Uncle smiled and started cutting my braids first.

While sitting there I glanced around the mirror in front of me. The mirror reflected behind only a crudely plastered wall painted a dull green that didn't really fit the place. And there are all the souvenir pictures of Uncle. When he was still young, I sometimes thought I liked old people. What do you look at when you look at the picture? You have to have your heart pounding hard every time.

"It's finished, Lisha." Uncle went to collect hair cutting equipment.

"Thank you, Uncle," I said, making a loud noise. "Crom!!!!" came from behind this slum village to the west.

"Uncle, what's that noise!?" I was very shocked, but Uncle didn't have any symptoms. It's like you can't hear a sound. Uncle looked at me suspiciously.

“What is that sound, Lisha? There's no sound." I heard that and I couldn't help myself. I rushed to the source of the sound. No one in the community was alarmed by the sound. Didn't everyone hear that? What's the matter? I think

What I saw in front of me was not an illusion or a dream. It was a frightening sight. Sparks hit my cheek. I quickly brushed it off.

"W.......What the hell is this?..." I was taken aback and fell to my butt on the ground. I put my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming.

Heat mist began to creep in. I moved away little by little. As soon as he regained his composure, he got up and ran out of that place. But before I could take a step outside, there was a scream from inside the small hut. burned by fire

"Who...?" I lost my mind again. The legs themselves couldn't move. His hands were trembling tremblingly.

"Help!!!!!" A young woman's voice screamed from the fire. I was shaking and scared to the point of tears.

But what I did unconsciously was "I ran into the fire." Have I gone crazy? A young woman with beautiful, long blonde hair reflected fire as red as blood. His scruffy clothes didn't match his innocent face. She approached step by step, it was scary, so scary that I forgot about the heat around me.

She reached out her left hand and caressed my cheek. The hand that looked ragged at first turned into a hand that had been burnt to a crisp.

"I.....want....a friend......" the girl said softly. I am standing in the middle of the fire. He collapsed and fainted right there.

You are in the middle of darkness. amidst hopelessness Living a meaningless life Do I really deserve to stay? I, ever since I can remember, have always been alone. Living in hiding from gangsters who have crimes against them. They're dangerous. I saw it with my own eyes Ten of them attacked one woman. The woman was treated so much that she went crazy and eventually committed suicide by taking an overdose of pills.

I opened my eyes at a wooden house. Inside the house there was only a bed and a broken wooden cabinet. There's a little bit of fruit storage inside. Wooden houses that seem to be made for city dwellers here to rest on the way after their travels. But it's still strange. I remembered what happened earlier and I rushed out to vomit on the side of the wooden house.

"Uh...is something wrong?" A female voice came from behind me. I quickly turned to look at her.