However, Vireo, who had just been released from prison, was in such despair that the sky above him was gray. He was thinking that in the next moment, he may be going to live under the bridge, and from then on, he would join the band of homeless vagrants for the rest of his life. Because what was home? Did he have a home? Who should he blame? Should he blame his biological father who made him? Since he did not want him, why did he have him? Should he blame his biological mother? Since she did not