The Fugitive Mad Dog

On a rainy night, the owner of a stray animal shelter picked up a man covered in blood and barely clinging to life. He thought he was merely saving a person in distress, unaware that the man was a gang's mad dog, hunted by his organization and running for his life. Carrying a body full of hostility and sin, he intruded into a clean, gentle little world. Instinctively wary and predatory, he wanted to clutch this singular warmth in his palm and never let go. On one side were the endless, dark pursuit and his past; on the other, the only tenderness willing to take him in. A beast should not draw near the light, but once it has tasted warmth, it can never return to the cold, gloomy abyss. This encounter is confinement—and also the redemption he had spent his whole life searching for.