"I swear, I'll keep it a secret. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"I swear, I swear."

When I woke up from my bed, I realized that I had dreamed of a childhood scene again.

My father's words kept coming back to me, and the cycle went on and on, over and over again, and he demanded that I swear, eagerly and firmly.

I remember that I swore a vow and kept it until now.

However, the people who can bear witness to my oath are no longer there.

To this day, I have only made an exception once, for the sake of my parents. However, as my father said, I was almost surrounded by malicious speculation and fell to the bottom of the cliff. The sinister humanity that once made me despair, the stupid humans who were toyed with by the youkai in applause, and the youkai who thought they were superior.

And the oath that I violated, the broken contract, after all, nothing can be undone.

That was a year after I swore it.

This year, as agreed, I never mentioned what happened at the banquet. And people's forgetfulness is really great, and it didn't take long for what happened at the banquet to be forgotten by everyone, and my parents always looked relieved.

After that, I read a lot of books and looked up a lot of information. For a young child at my age, it was always very difficult to consult ancient books. But more than that, what makes me persevere, is the persistence to figure out, I want to know what it is, and I want to understand the confused attitude of my parents at the beginning. And because I was too young and knew too little, I understood a lot of information with the help of my mother.

So I finally knew what to call what I saw that day, and it was simple, youkai.

At that time, I didn't understand, and it was clear that many books described their existence as if they were sparse and ordinary, but why did my father say that they were denied by the world and did not exist.

It wasn't until later that I realized that myths and legends, such words, in themselves, represent negation.

I seem to understand that what I see is not of this world. They, standing on the opposite side of this realism, are the shadow side of the world that does not exist.

Monsters and humans are like the other side of the river and this bank. And I, the one who had been blurred and was almost drowning in the middle of the river. I don't belong to the other shore and reject the other shore, and the shore to which I belong also rejects me and rejects me. It's a bizarre, desperate cycle. It's a barrier that once formed, it can never be broken.

Before the age of nine, my world was made up of human beings, a carefree world without worries. After the age of nine, my world was mixed with strange things, and from then on I was cautious, forbearing, and even miserable, and I was surrounded by loneliness and hatred for the rest of my life.

And my parents, left me in that year.

It was a normal day, and I was getting used to being able to see a different world, but I never thought that when I got home, what awaited me was the collapse of the world.

The room that used to be full of food is now incredibly cold. The room was deserted, and I didn't hear the gentle whispers of my mother. The souls that were still close to each other this morning have now gone to another world, leaving behind bodies that have lost all life.

I can't imagine it until now, I was incredibly calm. Walked straight to the phone and calmly dialed my aunt's number. Then, squatting beside my parents, my soul seemed to leave this world with them, and my body was free from sorrow and joy in this world.

It wasn't until the warm body temperature around me woke me up that I came back to my senses from the blank space, and it turned out that my aunt and the police had arrived.

I watched as the medical examiner examined my parents' bodies.

No trauma, how could there be no trauma, I became hysterical. They thought I was crazy from the loss of my parents, and they didn't pay any attention to what I said.

"There are obviously a lot of scars, how can there be no external injuries. Liars, you are all liars. "I screamed and screamed, and the medical examiner turned a blind eye to all the scars on my parents, as well as the people around me, who looked at me with distrust in their eyes.

I'm not lying, why doesn't anyone believe me. A deep sense of despair permeated my body, and why I could see it, they couldn't see it. It's a distinction, it's a scar.

At that moment, I clearly felt for the first time that my world was turned upside down long after seeing the first youkai. This world to which I belong does not trust me and rejects me. It was the first time I felt a lot of pain and despair.

I can see it, and I don't agree with what I see.

After that, my aunt and uncle took care of everything. Whether it's contacting a funeral, contacting the police, or whatever. I don't care about anything in this world anymore, my beloved is dead, and I don't want to live again.

So after that day, I never spoke again. At this point, whatever I say doesn't make any sense. Moreover, who believes me when I say it?

On the day of the funeral, a lot of people came. I stood quietly to the side, not crying or making a fuss.

What are you crying about, in so many nights, the tears that should have been shed have long been shed. What's the fuss, everything I say is seen as gibberish, and no one believes it.

I watched with my own eyes as the snake-faced man came to offer his condolences, and I rushed forward, only to be grabbed. I'm unwilling, desperately struggling and biting, it must be him, it must be him. Even though a year has passed, I haven't forgotten his meaningful smile that day.

"He killed my parents, he's not human, he's a monster." I told the whole truth, plainly and unabashedly, but no one wanted to believe it, and the way they looked at me made me think that it was really me who was a monster.

Pity, pity, sympathy, contempt, ridicule, all the eyes around me are focused on me, all emotions at a glance, so many emotions, but only not, believe.

Yes, everything I say, no one believes.

"Oh, the kid is talking nonsense, but she must be so sad, don't blame her. It's really strange and pitiful to lose your parents at such a young age. ”

The human face showed tolerance and pity, but the serpentine face had a strange smile, and the erect cold pupils were full of deep malice. Contempt, defiant, sneering, he was laughing at my powerlessness. His eyes already speak for themselves, and he is not afraid that I will know that he did it, because he knows that I have no chance of winning, and that I am even weaker.

I tried even more desperately to get close to him, to kill him, to kill him, and I had this thought, and this was the only thought.