Punpun felt like he had seen this starry sky before. Of course—back in elementary school. He and his classmates had gone to an abandoned factory, and on their way home, they looked up at the sky, exactly like the one in this painting.

A thought struck him—how could this starry sky remain the same and shine just as it did that night so many years ago? And yet his friends… His former friends were nowhere to be found.

He thought, What am I doing? What am I turning into? Is this really what I wanted to become? This?

The starry sky from that night would still shine just as brightly even a hundred years from now, while he had slowly sunk to the level of a degenerate.

"Life is so unfair," Punpun thought. A sharp pain clenched his chest at the thought.