"The day I began to change, the world changed too."
Hi everyone.
Do you know who the most unlucky person in the world is?
Is it a guy who suffers abuse from his parents?
Or someone who gets bullied in class?
A person who has lost everything in a war?
Or someone falsely accused of a crime he didn't commit?
Or maybe it's the one who got lucky, won a lottery ticket… only to have it stolen by his own friends or family?
Out of all these examples, 90 percent of you would choose the person who lost everything in a war — except his life.
But why? He still has his life, right?
Losing something precious is also unlucky.
Even failing an exam by 1 mark counts.
So what makes the one who lost his family, friends, and everything else to war more unfortunate than those who died?
Survivor's Guilt.
The ones who survive are the most unfortunate people.
Because they carry a grave sin — they survived.
By the way, nice to meet you all.
I'm the narrator. You can also call me The Watcher.
I am the last of my kind.
My only purpose is to help you understand this story in the best way possible…
To be the one who witnesses the story of one of the most unfortunate survivors in the world.
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Chapter 1
In the middle of the night — 3 a.m.
When darkness wraps the world in its arms.
The sun has yet to rise. The night has yet to leave.
Even the moon is hidden behind clouds.
In a two-story house in Tokyo, upstairs, a dim light bulb glows.
A boy, maybe 16 or 17 years old, wakes up.
Or at least, his hand moves to the lamp switch beside his bed.
Suddenly, he sits up.
It looks like he didn't complete his sleep.
He gets out of bed, and as he puts his feet on the floor — they're wet.
With his wet feet, he walks into the bathroom attached to his room.
He looks in the mirror.
Black hair.
Eyes dark, ringed with red.
It looks like he's cried a lot of tears.
He sits on the bathroom floor.
His knees bent in a way that lets him rest his forehead on them.
Three hours pass slowly.
He hasn't moved. Still sitting there.
As his eyes begin to close, tears start to fall again.
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7:30 a.m.
Finally, he stands up.
As he rises, the darkness blurs his vision.
He steadies himself against the wall.
He brushes his teeth, clears his stomach, bathes.
Now, in his room, he gets ready in his school uniform.
As he walks down the stairs, he hears a voice.
"Yusuke."
It's a woman's voice.
For a moment, the lifeless look in his eyes flickers with light.
He turns his head toward the kitchen —
But there's no one there.
His eyes go back to being empty.
He grabs the keys from the table and heads toward the door.
Then —
He sees the shadow of a man holding a child in his arms.
His heartbeat begins to race.
He starts to look up…
But instead, with a sad expression, he places his hand on his chest
And walks to the door.
He locks it.
At the gate of the house, he bows down and says:
"Mom… Dad… Nana… I'll come again next year."
He smiles.
But anyone could see — it was fake.
And he leaves for school.
To be continued .....