"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

After spending the morning and afternoon looking through photo albums, I decided to take a nap before dinner. When I got back to my room, I had a visitor waiting for me outside my window.


It reminded me of Mr. Owl. I wondered how he was doing.


After more staring, I noticed a rolled-up paper tied to its foot. I moved my hands closer. The owl didn't even resist as I untied the ribbon and took the paper.


My eyes widened. Could it have been a message from Isuru?


I folded the paper and kept it under my mattress along with the folder. It was a brief message, but it gave me hope. Hope that maybe he's still alive.


But when I see him, will I still be able to see him the same way?


After all, I just heard Ms. Cat's side of the story. He hid a lot of details from me.


I should probably be angry about it, right?


Chapter 65