Everyone has their youthful days, with a heart ablaze like fire.
But for many, even as the fire burns intensely, they have no idea where it will eventually lead.
...
The first impression of the frontier town is undoubtedly one of filth, disorder, and disrepair. The streets are littered with all sorts of trash covered in grime, flies swarming around them endlessly. Various residential buildings are in a state of disrepair, with ivy growing wildly over the structures, and a good deal of moss clinging to the surfaces of the walls, exuding a pervasive sense of decrepitude.
Yet, in one of those shabby buildings, there is a different world.
"Creak—"
The door was pushed open, and a young man covered in blood entered the room.
This room was clean and tidy, clearly maintained every day, with brand new furniture arranged throughout. Flowers bloomed proudly on the balcony, their fragrance carried by the breeze, exuding a sense of warmth utterly at odds with the frontier town.
