"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 went to my own floor and looked up at the butterflies hovering above me. I smiled at them before preparing myself for bed.


The next morning, I stopped by Mr. Shark's floor to see how they were doing. The first thing that greeted me was a loud groan and some whimpering. Apparently, Prof. Dog had a hangover. Mr. Owl was still asleep.


"This is simply terrible, woof! I can't get a hangover today! Not today!" Prof. Dog said in distress.


"Then why'd you drink too much?" Mr. Shark folded his arms and frowned.


"Miss Butterfly!" The professor pointed at me. "I have a favor to ask of you, woof. I need you to make a delivery."


"Don't make Butterfly run your errands. I'll do it." Mr. Shark stepped in between us.


Prof. Dog rolled around. "No! I want Butterfly to do it, woof!" He handed me a piece of paper. "This is the address. You can deliver it after school, woof."


Chapter 20