Chapter 1: Am I a trash or not? (1)
The day had started like any other.
I was on my usual walk through the park when I noticed an injured dog whimpering under the shade of a tree.
Its cries were loud—desperate. Yet, not a single person around seemed to care.
People walked past, casting brief glances before moving on, as if the suffering creature was nothing more than an inconvenience in their daily routine.
Pathetic.
I had always had a soft spot for dogs. Seeing it in that state, abandoned and in pain, made something twist in my chest.
Without hesitation, I approached the poor thing, crouching down carefully so as not to startle it.
"Easy, buddy," I murmured, reaching out. "I’ll get you to a vet."
That’s when it bit me.
The pain shot through my arm like fire. The damn thing had latched on, sinking its teeth deep into my skin.
I winced, a hiss escaping my lips, but I didn’t pull away. If anything, I understood.