[Lian Jinsu's Confession]
I am Lian Jinsu, and I am trash.
Yes, that's what they all say about me. Although I don't think I am, but everyone says so.
Everyone, as in everyone.
Fine, then I'll just be trash if that's what they want to say. Who says trash can't live in this world?
I lost my last relative when I was thirteen, a stray dog.
At fourteen, I joined an organization. Though it was called an organization, it was really just a bunch of small-time hooligans gathered together, robbing, beating people up, staying up all night playing games—that was the so-called organization.
I found it boring, but to conform, to survive, I did the same.
Because I was good at fighting and didn't care about my own life, the people in the organization were quite afraid of me, and one day, I pushed the fattest guy with the most prestige in the organization into the river.
He didn't die, but he was paralyzed.
