I ran across the barren fields of QingDao at a high speed, between the towering trees of the forest, alongside the riverbank, matching the rapid speed of the water that flowed downwards. I was pleasured with the adrenaline that pumped through my veins.

Grabbing the flimsy wushu sword that rested against a colossal tree, I began to dance with it. The sword was not so much an object that I was just holding in my hand, but an extension of my arm. Watching the metal as it swung around my body was hypnotizing, so I closed my eyes and breathed in deep.

I learned to accept the loneliness that haunted me all nineteen years of my life. I live in complete solitary, and I like it that way. All of the other humans aggravated me with their manipulated minds and twisted games. I adapted to the ways of this vacant life faster than I thought and now I couldn't have it any other way.

I don't want anything to change this.