In the early hours of the morning, while the city celebrated, laughing, feasting, and spending lavishly, a woman lay hidden at the corner of a narrow street. "Ahhh—!" she cried out, but instantly bit down hard on her tongue, forcing the scream back as pain flooded her mouth. She pushed again and again, her body trembling, until at last the sharp cry of a newborn pierced the night. A baby boy.Hearing his voice, she knew it was over. She had succeeded. With shaking hands, she pulled a small penknife from her pocket and began to cut the placenta. Her hands slipped and her breath staggered, but after struggling for several moments, she finally severed it, completely disconnecting herself from the child. She stared down at him with disgust."Ewww… you ugly child," she muttered. "Hmph. Finally, I'm rid of you, disgusting thing."Without another glance, she tossed the newborn into a nearby trash can. Then she turned and walked away, vanishing into the night, never to be seen again. What she did not know was that someone had witnessed everything.
A drunkard, unsteady on his feet and heavy with alcohol, had been watching from afar. The moment the woman disappeared, he staggered forward like a desperate beggar, rushing toward the trash can. He hesitated for only a second before leaning closer. Then he heard it. A faint cry. His eyes widened. Sobering instantly, he reached in and pulled out the child, his small body covered in blood. Carrying him carefully, the man moved toward a dim corner of the street where a weak sunray struggled to touch the ground.When he finally saw the baby clearly, he gasped.
The boy's face was split into two terrifying extremes. One side was breathtakingly beautiful, white as snow, smooth and soft, with piercing blue eyes that gave him an almost divine appearance. But the other side was horrifying. Twisted and scarred, it looked as though acid had been poured upon it, warped beyond recognition. This was not the result of injury, but of an unnatural birth shaped by cruelty and harsh conditions.Anyone who looked at the child would feel both awe and disgust at the same time.The drunkard stood frozen, his heart heavy. He didn't know what to do. He thought of leaving the child, but his feet refused to move. Taking the baby home crossed his mind, but then reality struck him.He had no home filled with warmth.