"Forgive thyself for the past misdeeds that thou hast struggled to overcome. Thou hast become better now. So cease doubting thyself and walk thy path with righteousness, without looking back."

People who knew nothing always spouted nonsense like that. Yet, for someone who trudged through their days, leaving the past behind wasn't as simple as turning over a new leaf.

He treaded his days between life and death, trying to survive on the grimy alleys and small backstreets relying solely on himself.

Little, unfortunate Levaen. He was just an eight-year-old boy when he first tainted his hands with blood just to stay alive.

And even now, he continued his life by snuffing out others' lives only to prolong his own, what a pitiful existence he led.

So how could he just forget it all and move on comfortably?