Prologue (Rewrite)

(MC's point of view)

Blood of Crimson

At the moment, that's all I can see. Having fought to be one of the world's best martial artists from the bottom of the trash, it is probably inevitable that I will die from a gunshot. No matter how much I train, it won't make any difference to the limitations of a human body.

Being faded out

It seems as if my life is slipping away with every breath I take. The pain in my entire body rises with every breath I take, and my body slows down with every breath I take.

A feeling of intense anger

From the moment I was born, I have been filled with anger. My anger stems from the fact that society has made me poor. My anger stems from the fact that my parents abandoned me. This anger is the result of being oppressed from a young age. My anger was directed toward the members of my gang who had betrayed me as if I had not helped make them one of the most feared gangs in the nation. The anger I feel towards myself is because of the fact that I have never reached out to anyone when I was alone. Anger.Anger.AngEr.AnGeR.AnGEr.ANGER.AnGer.ANGER.ANGER.ANGER. ANGER.

In spite of that, I have learned how to use it as a weapon. I have learned that martial arts is a way for me to transform my anger into motivation, passion, drive, and discipline. I have been practicing my control over my anger since the time I suffered my first defeat at the hands of my opponent. I have found that anger helps me remain focused on my mission to succeed. And I have succeeded in doing so. It was my anger that enabled me to eliminate both my rivals and the enemies of my gang. Whenever I use martial arts to channel my anger, I am much stronger than my opponent.

Throughout my life, my only desire was to be accepted by someone. My hope was that I would be loved and accepted. I wanted to cherish and care for someone throughout my life. What I wanted was to build a family for myself. I wanted someone to be my safe haven, someone who I could rely on.

It is not always possible to fulfill all of your dreams. As much as I tried to find someone, I think it was because of my expectations and requirements that I wasn't able to find anyone.

In the darkness, I am unable to see or hear anything, and my vision is obscured. My journey has come to an end. Shot and killed by the gang that I trusted.

"Darkness of night"

(P.O.V end)