This Cannon Fodder wants to Escape[BL]

Can you stand such an inhumane act? I put up with it for 23 years, shutting myself off from the outside world and believing those empty promises. I committed suicide by jumping off the roof of the building where I was imprisoned, knowing I was going nowhere.

When I opened my eyes again, I was in a strange place, but I felt a sense of familiarity.

The first thing that came to mind was "dull," which was not at all concerning; where in the hell have, I been?

The hours and days passed, but the emptiness lingered, patiently awaiting my death.

"Growll," I'm starving.

Is it really necessary for me to become involved with those irritating so-called characters?