World's Best Protagonist [BL]

Running for my life reminded me of a certain mad dog who kept chasing me when I was younger. That mad dog did everything its master told him to, and it always had its focused, dilated pupils on me.

A mad dog my father picked from the streets, raised as a loyal pet, and a hunting beast.

Damn it, why did I have to bump into that deranged guy?! Of all people?! I should have known that funeral halls are where they normally lurk around, forcing even the dead to pay them.

I turned to the corner. Once I knew I was out of his sight, I threw all my belongings over the fence of someone’s backyard and then continued running for my limbs.

I’m not certain my father’s ready to kill me once I’m caught, but I’m sure one of my limbs won’t be safe.

I jumped over the railings and landed two meters down on an underpass, then ran again. I knew, even without looking back, that I was still followed. I couldn’t even go home straight since once they found my address, they won’t leave me alone again.

I entered a residential area where houses were cramped together and alleys were dark and smelly. My knees were shaking already. How long have I been running?

Glancing behind my back, I sighed in relief when I saw no one. I sluggishly leaned on the brick wall, and rubbed my aching knees, while panting for air.

"Son of a bitch. Putting me through this again—"

"I can’t tell if my mother’s a bitch or not, young master, since I’ve never really met her, unfortunately."

Fuck.