Marcella was born in a rural farmhouse in Japan as a child of immigrants.
In understaffed rural farmers, immigrants are welcome. But as a worker. You want it as a worker, its existence is thoroughly discriminated against as a heterogeneous molecule.
At a young age, Marcella found out about the man. At the age of ten, he was offended by a middle-aged man in his employer's farmhouse. My parents knew it but pretended not to look at it. At an early age, Marcella learned of despair, and nothing, no one, became unbelievable.
The first person Marcella killed was the farmer man who offended herself. It was also chopped up all over the body, carefully torn apart and put into a waterway for the fields. The zarigans in the waterway rejoiced and quickly ate up the man's carcass. Since this time Marcella has liked zarigani. It was as if Zarigani and the others had helped themselves after they had taken their own revenge.
Marcella then left her hometown, where only fields and mountains were born and raised, and drifted to Tokyo.
At the age of slightly eleven, Marcella joined the bandits of the immigrants, but the boss there caged Marcella again. And the boss also tore it apart and used it as bait for the crabs again. In Tokyo, too, there was the Dove River in the west, and there was a place where the crayfish thrived.
Even such a boss seemed to run the burglar group well, and since the boss was gone, his control had ceased to be effective, and his constituents were lightly arrested and destroyed.
Marcela, who was arrested, was placed in a women's holding facility. It's a prison at last. It's not a juvenile school. Marcella closed her mouth when asked about her previous history, such as where she was from. Because I didn't just want to go back to that country.
Even in the facility, Marcella caused problems all the time. I used to bite off guard fingers while breaking my own teeth. As a result, the prison term, which was six months, had grown by more than two years, and it was just her fourteenth birthday that Marcella returned to her maiden.
Marcella soon entered the criminal organization again. Marcella, who was filled with the desire to curse this society itself, did not want to live a whole life, nor did she want to fit into the social framework and live in peace. Rather, those people are enemies to Marcella. Unconsciously and unconsciously stepping on the lower level workers of immigrants like Marcella and doing a fine social face with it are some sort of rotten people. There's no such thing as guilt or dust in taking it and killing it. On the contrary, it is scuffy.
Transforming several criminal organizations and using their bodies to gain positions and factions in the organization, the enemy relentlessly kills in a cruel and vile manner. Marcella even remembered her pleasure in working outrageously, but her conscience did not disappear completely.
Marcella couldn't believe her family when she saw what had been done to her by the farmer's man, but before she did, she was close to her family. Normally I also had friends. There were many nights when I painfully wanted to return to that innocent, still unspoilt self, and wet my pillow with tears.
Marcella, now that the years have passed and she is twenty-five, thinks for herself that she has become largely more round than she used to be. I'll do whatever I want. I'll give you, my resentment of society has almost cleared up. But that's why we can't go back to the street. I'm not getting out of the back street.
In his own room, Marcella remembers, staring at a large tank containing large quantities of zarigani. That's what Aizawa really told me about being a shitty woman.
That's a hit. Marcella admits that she has done everything she can to be outrageous, so her soul must be as dirty as shit, and that lad must have spotted it. That's why Marcella was even deeply hurt by those words. While I admitted I was right, I couldn't help but get to my head that they said it and hurt me. I can't help but hate the truth.
(I will definitely kill that hungry ghost with my hands. I'll feed you the crabs)
That's when I swore so while staring into the tank, Law One called me.
Marcella, whose dark mood blows up and takes the phone with a candle face.
'It was still a misunderstanding. The client's misunderstanding was solved and the request was cancelled. I don't have to fight you anymore. "
That was told in a soothing voice to Law One, and Marcella spread the grin of the synagogue.
"Good. But are you sure you want to believe that?
"Oh. Believe it or not, I'm not going to attack you anymore. I can't believe you attacked me, and I'm not gonna talk about it. '
"People are betraying me, and I'm getting suspicious. I don't believe in good stories."
"That's the same for me."
Marcella was pleased with that dialogue of Law One, for some reason, while she also remembered the sadness. I must have had a lot of trouble living a life without the law, and that's what I thought. But then you can put your mind to it extra.
"Well... how about my next client to prove that story to be true?
'That's good. There's nothing wrong with that. Take the request'
In response to Marcella's request, Law One responded promptly with a gentle voice.
"Yikes!
Marcella thinks he hung up the phone, jumped a few times, then made a gutsy pose and couldn't show it to his men.
"It's called the Zhou fool thing, I wonder if my luck has turned out for me at once. It's a little scary, though. For what it's been like to be a life that hasn't even been Locke, even if Tsuki comes together, it's not enough at all."
Marcella said with a calm look as she looked at the tank with the zaligani.
Yukioka Institute. True reports to Li Lei, who was about to return to Hotel Wallaby after his treatment, that Law I decided to cancel the request.
"You can rest assured that the extras are gone."
"What do you think?
Lin said, but Lei was skeptical.
"Yeah, I can't feel safe. He is no longer hostile to Athletic Slime. But his strength has become known to the athletic slime, and if he finds out he's free, he won't let it go."
"Ah..."
Hear the true word, and Lin understands.
"If there are also fewer combat personnel in repeated wars, they will hire outsiders again. You put the keri on at once before you could get the pawns together."
And, grandson.
"Why don't you contact Ohashi Law I to make sure? If you can hire me, hire me over here."
Li Lei says and sends an e-mail asking for work to Law One's office.
'I just got a job. Wait till this one is over. Sorry.'
I get an email right back with a reply.
"I was turned down. I don't know..."
Li Lei flaunts his face.
"Tsuka True... I don't know"
Li Lei saw the truth and made a certain guess, but the truth was silent.
If you met with Law One and talked about it, you could have hired True at the time you canceled the request. Li Lei was wondering if he would have expected Law One to be hired by the athletic slime side. That way, Truth can fight Law One.