"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

Ms. Cat gathered the old photo albums and piled them up on the table after clearing away the papers. I took the album at the very top and placed it on my lap. I began flipping its pages.


I was in all the pictures. It felt strange to see a picture of me without even remembering what happened during the time it was taken.


My lost history. It was sitting right on my lap.


Ms. Cat waited anxiously for my reaction. Or perhaps she was waiting for me to say: "I remember everything! Ms. Cat, how could I have forgotten you?"


Unfortunately, such an event was too convenient to happen. My life wasn't a cliché TV drama that was written haphazardly.


Ms. Cat knew I was confused, so she tried to explain. "That was when your grandmother took you and Kiel to the lake. She was checking on the fish in the area."


"I stayed home during that time, but I made the snacks you brought with you."


Chapter 64