"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 honestly don't know. It's not clear to me," I replied.


Every time I tried to remember the reason, I could only recall a faint memory of waking up in the garden with butterflies fluttering above me. Everything else was blank, although I could recall a bit of my childhood and most of my past feelings.


Mr. Shark studied my face. I hoped he didn't think I was lying.


"I'm sorry I can't give any details. I don't remember much of what happened during the time I received my ability."


He gave a pat on my head. "It's alright, Butterfly."


"Do you have any idea about what might have caused your memory loss?" Mr. Shark asked.


We went back to walking. He changed the topic into something lighter. I was glad he did. When we passed by an ice cream stand, he stopped to buy two cones and gave one to me.


Chapter 25