Your Hands Are My Necklace | Kazuscara
13 parts Ongoing MatureScara was once a, rude, selfish, manipulative boy, who didn't care about anything, nor anyone. Scara lived alone in a very small apartment, in a very noisy city. He didn't go to school anymore due to bullying and seeting the school on fire, he then got expelled. He didn't care about his health at all and went to bar's and clubs all the time. Didn't eat merly anything on the cloduly boring days that passed by. He would faint at the bar's and men, who were clearly over Scara's age would take use of that. He was in debt to everyone who offerded to buy him something.
One day, in the early winter, Scara called one of his only friends who seemed to care about him, Nahida. He was glad she picked up his phone and spoke to him once in a while, since his mom and her new girlfriend was way to busy with even picking up their phone to socilaze to anyone but themself.
Nahida told Scara to go on for a walk. Scara rejected at first but then gave in. He walked in the noisy city as he heard the people around him chatter and laugh. Pathetic. Those stupid bastards should realise being alone is way better than always listening to other people's problems, atleast that was what Scara thought. Then out of nowhere a big bang was heard and everyone faced over to the sound. There was no more chatter now, only screaming and crying. People running for their lives as gunshots was heard.
But little did Scara know, that this sitiation actually meant so much for his story to begin.