I'm not a hero

Wake up

On a night where darkness intertwines with light, and shadows play with the secrets of darkness, a tale unfolds whose author remains undisclosed. Amidst the mysteries, a sinister figure finds himself in a new guise, contemplating the enigma that surrounds him. Who is the protagonist? What secrets does he conceal? Solve the riddle before time runs out.

In the depths of the night, the moon appears as a witness to the sorrows of the universe, silently contemplating the pain concealed behind its serene glow. Reflecting the sorrow of broken souls, it watches over the earth with mournful eyes, shedding tears of silver in endless darkness. It imbues a sense of loss and isolation, making the night seem longer and more desolate, weighing down hearts with unending sorrows.

A man in his thirties, with black hair dangling like dark shadows, and eyes burning like flames, seeks meaning in a world beyond comprehension. With skin as pale as the moon on a cloudy night, he lies amidst a pool of his own blood, nonchalantly closing his eyes to the pain that permeates every cell of his weary body. "Is this truly happening?" he muses inwardly, his voice tinged with sarcasm, as smoke slowly wafts from his lit cigarette. He smiles indifferently, as though watching a familiar scene unfold before him, then lets his cigarette glow before discarding it. Slowly, he opens his eyes to savor a glimpse of the night's beauty, observing the shimmering moon in the darkened sky. "Should I feel anything?" he ponders, while gazing at the moon's brilliance. Yet, despite it all, he cannot hide the inner peace that pervades his exhausted body, before calmly closing his eyes once more.

Life sometimes resembles a dramatic play, where moments of immense joy contrast with the harsh pain of separation, and the agony of loss intertwines with moments of glorious triumph. In this grand theater, dreams and hopes dance across the sky, grappling with the harsh reality and storms that buffet the ship of life.

Various characters grace the stage, carrying with them their dreams and experiences, resisting challenges and defying circumstances, experiencing pain and joy simultaneously. Life's diversity and complexity converge on this stage, where tumultuous emotions coexist with inner tranquility, and dark hues mingle with the glow of hope and happiness.

In this grand production, we find ourselves surrounded by surprising events and tragic circumstances, yet simultaneously buoyed by courage and optimism, shining like the sun on the horizon, granting us the strength to face life's challenges with confidence and faith.
At the end, life appears as a dramatic play carrying within its folds many lessons and teachings, and we must live it with courage and love, facing all challenges with faith that light will always dawn at the end of the tunnel. Or at least, that's what most people believe. But for those born in the depths of hell, life is nothing but shackles binding them and poison slowly killing them with every breath.

Sometimes, the sun's rays and threads of hope become a curse for those accustomed to darkness and born of tragedy. Life sometimes emerges as a killer venom, shrouded in darkness and despair at every turn. Pain and despair infiltrate human hearts, filling life with bitterness and suffering. In this dark drama, feeble and broken characters appear, bearing the marks of pain and defeat, dancing in the darkness of despair without hope of joy.

Hopes collide with walls of despair, and dreams dissipate under the weight of harsh reality. Darkness and evil pervade life's corners, trapping hearts in thoughts of despair and frustration, making every moment a bitter nightmare from which escape seems impossible.

In this grim play, pain and loss engulf everything, and sadness and despair reign in every corner. Dreams fall apart, hopes vanish, and humanity remains paralyzed in the face of life's cruelty, walking in the paths of darkness with no hope of salvation.

Now, let's recount the events of our story:

A narrow, damp alley in the neighborhoods of Tokyo, a twisted passage between dilapidated buildings collapsing on its sides, with little natural light seeping through the small windows on the upper floors. The smell of dampness and decay emanates from the crumbling walls and wet floors, reflecting the humid environment characteristic of the climate in this area. Trash and filth litter everywhere, and small shops and dim cafes line the alley's sides. The noise and bustle from nearby streets clash with the eerie silence of this alley, creating a strange contrast amidst the bustling city atmosphere.

At the end of this alley lies a body drenched in blood, with torn clothes, yet the owner of these clothes bears no injuries. He opens his eyes to reveal a striking crimson left eye, a color symbolizing blood, which is unusual and attention-grabbing.

"Where am I?"
"They thought I was dead, but how is this possible?"
He tries to stand up slowly, but his feet refuse to respond. After a few minutes, he finally manages to regain control of his limbs with the help of the wall, but this doesn't last long as the headache almost makes him lose his balance.
"What's wrong with me?"
The pain spreads throughout his body as he recalls his memories, images rushing quickly to his mind like unexpected waves crashing on the shore of his tranquility. He feels the headache creeping into his skull, as if trying to write a massive story in a confined space, attempting to bear the weight of heavy and painful memories. He presses hard on his forehead, trying to alleviate the increasing pressure, but the headache intensifies with every moment he remembers those painful moments. Memories become like sparks igniting in his brain, forcing him to close his eyes tightly in an attempt to escape the growing pain.
"What was that?"
With time, the headache gradually fades away, like dark clouds dissipating in the mind's sky. The person feels a gradual relief and comfort as if he has successfully crossed to the other side of the river, where old memories become clear now, and past pain turns into a story.

"Hahaha, who would have thought I'd get a chance like this?"
"Although I find it useless since I'm not clinging to life, I don't know who threw me into this, but what I know for sure is that I will live no matter the cost."
"Maybe my words seem contradictory to the meaning I've previously expressed. It's true that life means nothing to me, but death is not a pleasant experience."
"That darkness that pervades the body is like drowning in a swamp; it's disgusting."
"Anyway, from what I've seen, I believe these were the memories of the body's owner. All I can understand is that he was a bartender in a bar. I think I'll work there too since I don't know much about where I am and his identity, which has become mine now."

"Hmm, let's see where this will take us."

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"You don't know anything about me, so don't rush to pass judgments. Don't expect me to act as you wish, for I am the author of this story and from today, a bartender in a bar. If you want to accompany me, take a table for yourself and be content with watching.
Here's a cup of coffee. Although it's a beginner's step since you've come to a bar in a narrow alley of Tokyo. But that's all I can offer you. Every drink has its owner. Gin for gin, vodka for vodka, and the rest of the names have been reserved. As for me, I'm just responsible for pouring the drinks. I don't hear what they say, I don't see their faces. I just pour the drinks and clean up the cigarette butts. Miserable life. But I'm different because I enjoy watching things from the shadows. My hands are already stained, so don't expect me to be a hero.
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English is the third language I study, so excuse me for the mistakes