by Monsieur mallows
What happens when a man, stuck with identity issues, finds solace in a work of fiction? When he falls in love with the idea of freedom from the hands that kept him down, and consequences of beating an innocent, and the system that works exactly on that? When he longs to live in that dark world that gave birth to such impartial power?...and what happens when that exact man's wish was granted, lived his fill, and left his legacy the same curse to live within that piece of abyss he stared too long into?
