I am hated by everyone—at school, at home, even outside.
I listen to stories where every villain has his own reasons for becoming one. Every villain is hated by society.
Then, he decides to become a villain.
From childhood, I always hated villains in any kind of story.
But now, after seeing everything happening in the world, I'm tense. I begin to think: what is the relationship between me and this world?
Why do I even care about the world?
Am I the hero of this world? I always hated villains… but maybe there are no real villains in this world