Ch1

Ch 1

"Before we go up, you should know that I did some searching and found out this building is 22 stories high, with approximately 336 stairs. So, we've got a long way ahead of us. 

As I put my first foot on the first step, I will tell about my first problem..." 

"I'll tell you my problems, from the least to the worst. Let's start with something that's stuck with me since I was young. There's not much I remember about my childhood, but this one memory—I can't forget. 

My uncle had a lot of children, and at that time, they were older than me, almost at the age of marriage. One day, I walked into the room, and three of them were sitting on the sofa. I sat on a couch in front of them. What I remember most vividly is the way they looked at me.

I still don't know if it was hate, jealousy, or just contempt. But whatever it was, it hurt me—and it still does, even now."

"Look at that, 10 steps up already. I know, dear reader, you might think that was a long time ago, and maybe I should have grown past it by now. But like i said it's just the least of my troubles. 

Alright, onto the second problem…"

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"Around this time—honestly, I'm not sure if it was before or after the first memory—anyway, I was watching one of my favorite shows. I loved it, but then my favorite character died because, well, he wasn't strong enough. I can't remember the name of the show, or really anything about it anymore, but I'll never forget the way I felt.

It was like time just stopped. Something inside me felt...empty. I didn't know how to explain it back then, so I just called it the 'black feeling.' It wasn't sadness or anger; it was just… nothingness, like something had been taken from me, and I didn't know how to fill it.

Again, you might think it's silly—getting so caught up over something from a show, something that isn't even real. You probably think I should've moved on by now. But be patient with me, dear reader—I haven't even begun to tell you the real 

things yet."

TO BE CONTINUED.....