A stray dog. I do not believe in fate, not even my life, or my despair or loneliness. The only thing that I believe is that I am alive, right here.

A stray dog was burning with the insanity of loneliness. The moment I saw him, I knew that I was the same as him, a stray dog that came out of this world as a wisp of wind. A lonely life that was born of a woman who was kept out of this world. Even the storm moves away when this man goes out to the world to find the secret of golden key, which was laid out to him when he was born. This man, called The Stray Dog, was a man of violent fate. The life of a man that has a fate like no one else.