If I'm the hero, then who is the villain?
These thoughts kept spinning in my head. One night, I was walking in the garden, thinking deeply.
Then, I saw a person. He looked about 20 years old. He seemed a bit strange, but he had a pretty face and a good personality.
He noticed me. After a while, he said, "I know the answer you're looking for."
As I looked at him, I pointed my finger toward myself and asked, "You mean me?"
He smiled a little.
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