"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

"You have a poem for us, Prof. Dog?" I was surprised by his sudden mention of poetry. I didn't think he was into that.


"Why yes! I brought a book with me." Prof. Dog pulled out Flowers of Evil. "Poetry is good with tea, woof. I will read to you a poem as you drink."


"Charles Baudelaire?" Isuru said after glancing at the cover.


"Yes, woof. A fine poet he was." He opened the book to a random page, cleared his throat and began:


beds of subtle fragrance shall be ours,


fairer climes shall yield mysterious flowers


- flowers which for us were made to bloom.


After the first few lines of the poem, I was drawn by it. I found it sweet and romantic.


lavishing our final amorous hours there,


our flaming hearts shall merge and loom


in the twin mirrors of these souls of ours


- torches vast which side by side consume.


then some evening, rose and mystic blue,


charged with the sobbing woe of our adieu,


Chapter 37