"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 don't know if it was because Isuru was by my side when I was sleeping, but I had a nice dream that night. It was about the beautiful woman in the picture again. We were walking in the garden. She stopped in front of a large shrub of exotic flowers.


"Why do you like these flowers so much?" I asked.


"I just..." She closed her eyes. "Like them."


"They make me feel calm. We're in the same situation."


I tilted my head. I didn't get it. Why would she be in the same situation as those flowers? She's not a shrub.


She must have sensed my confusion. "We're both in a foreign environment."


"But you're not a foreigner," I said. I still didn't get it.


She laughed. "No, no. I didn't mean it like that. I meant that... we're in a place we're not used to. We're not in our real home. It feels alienating." She had on a distant look as she stared deep into a flower.


Chapter 42