Chapter 490 : Psychopath

"What are we? What is the true purpose of our existence? God, why won't you speak to me?"

A boy stood in the middle of a snowy field, his bare feet touching the freezing ground. His head lifted, staring at the starry sky with his jet black eyes filled with nothing, not even emotions. He only wore a single piece of ragged cloth, if it can be called so. He was dirty and visibly malnourished, his arms thin like a skeleton and fingers filled with scars, especially his knuckles, which were bloodied due to fighting over thrown food with the other homeless kids.