The tall young man sat weakly leaning against a big rock behind him. His breath was swaying with his sweat pouring down his temples. His body felt more and more exhausted, as if there was no energy to just stand up.

It ducked deeply, until its body curled up slowly on the ground. Lying on the dead grass by grabbing his two coarse hairs. He felt like his head was split in half, it felt so painful that he didn't realize his tears just flowed down his eyelids.

The sturdy figure rolled his body left and right again, unable to resist the burning feeling in his body. Because of enduring pain, his eyes turned red out.

He was in pain alone with his breathing that sounded irregular, his hands gripping the stone beside him until the tip of the stone he was holding peeled off slowly on its own. The young man gasped himself with the strength he possessed. Even an object as strong as a stone, he can easily crush with both hands.

"What exactly am I?"

There was a faint and weak voice from the mouth