"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

Mr. Shark stopped the car in front of a two-story wooden house with a small front lawn. It looked almost like it came out of a fantasy book.


We tried the keys on the door. It unlocked and revealed a dusty interior. There were empty shelves, a counter and several boxes piled on top of each other.


I went up the stairs and unlocked the door to the apartment. The second floor was a lot less dusty than the first. There were two bedrooms, a bathroom, a dining area, and the kitchen. There was a small balcony, which overlooked the nearby river.


It was small and slightly cramped, but it was very peaceful.


"This place isn't bad," Mr. Shark commented when he got in the room.


While Mr. Shark was browsing through the items in the shelves and cabinets, I sat near the balcony and watched the sunset. It was beautiful.


"Mr. Shark! Come look at the view!" I called.


Chapter 33