"Aqua Chrysalis houses the most bizarre tenants who call each other by their animal code names. In this jungle of a building.I hate humans.

One moment they say they like something. Then, the next moment they say they hate it.

One moment they get along. The next moment they fight.

They're hopeless, hypocritical beings who are proud and weak.

They continue to hurt people. To destroy what they have in their hands.

In an endless cycle.

That's why I decided not to make any friends.

My name is Butterfly.

Well actually, my name is really Cho. My name means 'Butterfly', so people started calling me that. Since when? I don't remember.

I think the name suits me. Butterflies silently flutter about from flower to flower, watching the world unfold as time moves forward. And keeping distance from interfering in the business of others.

That is the kind of person I am."

Mr. Shark and Miss Butterfly

I stopped at Mr. Shark's floor first before mine. I expected him to be in bed like a sick patient muttering about how he was going to die. Instead, I found him in his kitchen cooking pancakes.


"Mr. Shark! Why are you out of bed?" I exclaimed.


"The longer I stay there, the more delusional I feel." He licked the pancake batter off his finger. "Want some, Butterfly?"


I moved beside him. "How are you feeling?"


"There's a little pain left, but I'm better. I heal pretty quickly, just like you and the other tenants." He removed a pancake from the frying pan and placed it on a plate.


I took a seat without saying anything. He served me a plate of pancakes.


"Hm?" I looked up while munching on a pancake.


"We're going for a walk. A long, long walk."


Chapter 18