Synopsis:
Iβm ten years old and live as a street cleaner in the slums.
One day, while cleaning the alley I manage, I found a boy with black hair and golden eyes.
Why did I pick him up?
Because as a cleaner, I simply cannot tolerate seeing filth.
The boy claimed he didnβt remember his name, age, or where he had lived. Yet for five days, his clothes became dirtier, his hair more tangled like a birdβs nest, and grime and sweat streamed down his face.
For me, a cleaner with professional instincts, his filthy state was absolutely unbearable.
So, I picked him up.
Before I knew it, I had given the amnesiac boy the name Nocturne. I helped him since he had nowhere else to go, andβ¦
This tiny boy would pick fights with people for no reason?
I couldnβt stand to see his handsome face get dirty or damaged, so I ended up fighting for him because of my obsessive cleanliness.
But something about him is strange.
Every night, he disappears somewhere.
And the next day, by sheer coincidence, the person who had hit me ends up paralyzed.
Thatβs not all.
Anything I love and cherish seems to be destroyed the very next day.
Then, five years later, he left only one letter and disappeared:
“Red, Iβll come to get you. So please wait for me.”
And it turns out⦠that Nocturne was the Crown Prince?
