"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

My first night at Kiel's house was rather lonely. Much like when I first stayed at Aqua Chrysalis. I was relieved by the time morning came.


The first thing I saw was the pressed flower on my bedside. A strange warm feeling came, but I couldn't understand why. Maybe it had something to do with the memory associated with the flower.


I felt like a broken person with this amnesia. It's like I lost a large portion of my life because I forgot. I envied everyone who remembered all their precious memories.


I should probably cry or something, but I couldn't. I also lost my ability to show my emotion.


I took the flower and placed it back inside the book. After closing it, I noticed the book cover. It had my mother's name on it.


"Your mother wrote that book." Ms. Cat appeared like a creepy servant in a horror movie.


I didn't even remember that my mom wrote books. I was lucky enough to even remember her name though.


Chapter 58