what is such a powerful monster doing in a dungeon so close to the city, and since when can monsters talk and use their brains? why did he pick me out of the whole group? why did i have to survive? please someone get me out of here
For now, he stares, his heart confined, A man, his inbox, a questioning mind, “I still don’t have what it takes,” he knows, Yet in his lack, he vows to grow…