-a nameless mountain-

Disturbing sounds of a boy echoed throughout the mountain, a boy who is trying to repel the cold by rubbing two sticks together. Whole afternoon past like that and hope was diminished.

"At least I bring a couple of spare clothes, wearing them might keep me warm tonight."

Mused while throwing the sticks in anger. Hilarious sight for an experienced camper, only cover he prepared was tent made of leaves and some semi-straight sticks.

"Bringing a lighter is no good, I have principles" repeated furiously.

It was him that decide to survive without the help of civilization, but ideals slowly dissolved into the cold night. Surviving is the priority not the hate towards humans. It was his hate that brought him to this damned mountain but he won't let it control him any more than that.

Yes, he was a hater, hated all loved none. Leaving the love aside was probably the worst idea he had ever. He couldn't even understand the concept after all this hateful period. Unsocial, unloveable, arrogant was the best description. Above all he thought himself "The best", there is no one like him. The reason for that was the only person he knows was himself so he was the best.

Family was family and others were lowly peasants who know nothing. He continued like this till he started to meet with some people. People like him, geniuses of their family, their town. It was the time that he enrolled in a private high school. Every one of them was unique. Colourful personalities, different hobbies, different friends.

He was starting to like the idea of befriending others. With the luck he has, the government closed the school. Some said "corrupt school administration" while others"corrupt government". Which was unimportant to Liam. He just wanted a friend, but he couldn't get one while wanted.

He was devastated, nothing felt good after that. Depression followed him to the university. He didn't want to enter but he had no choice. Money meant survival and job was the source of it. in the second year of the university, he was done.

"Being a teacher, why! I don't like humans let alone little humans. Why would I want to become someone who has to teach little humans."

He kept talking without thinking uttering every profanity he could. He just wanted to leave. Because he was about to drop the school he had a fight with his mother and she couldn't stop her child. How could she, he was suffering in front of her eyes. Always at home, but not even once he did come to her room to talk with her willingly.

He shut himself into his room, her room was next to his but she barely has seen her boy. She just let him go, but with one condition

"You have to inform me of your whereabouts ".

Which was resolved after deciding on a real estate they had bought but never used. It was on the outskirts of the city. With that, he just left home with a backpack and some rations.