"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

It was embarrassing for me to be the center of attention for a short while. I never liked being under the spotlight. It felt uncomfortable. I always made sure to stay out of it.


"Mr. Shark, is this really your car?" I asked.


"Are you captivated by its comfortable interior?" he replied without taking his eyes off the road.


I sat up straight. The seat cushions really were comfortable. "Yes."


He held out a hand. "The address, please."


I unfolded the piece of paper in my pocket and handed it to him. He stopped the car at the side of the road and studied the paper.


We stopped in front of a row of buildings that looked as if they witnessed seventy years of human civilization. I wondered who lived there. Who is the package for?


Mr. Shark parked the car. He looked at me.


"That's very brave of you, Butterfly. Be careful."


Chapter 21