Red’s Point of View
I don't remember much about my childhood. But all I know is that I am an orphan. I grew up in an orphanage like a typical orphan did. I got bullied, I got admiration, but I kept on going without looking or giving anything or anyone a care. Because I know, those are short-lived. Nothing is permanent.
I was called various names because I don't have one in the first place. I am an orphan with unclear identity. I am an orphan with no parents. But for them, I was either ‘Red’, ‘Wolf’, or ‘Shadow’.
Red because of my unique eye color. Wolf because of my wolf-like hairstyle that seemed to be stuck like that since birth. And Shadow, because I actually like one.
I prefer to be alone. I prefer the silence. I also preferred to be under a tree. The pink one. It's something t
