�Mika?�

When Sirone asked, the dry voice began to sound like an auditory hallucination again.

� That�s what Borbor called.�But my real name is not Mika.

�then?�

-I am Borbor.

Sirone�s brow wrinkled.

-Of course, the body that died a while ago is also Borbor.�I am her analytical mind.

�He made you himself?�

-yes.�The extreme stress placed on her brain waves caused me to separate.

Twelve-year-old Borbor was also aware while watching the people on the street.

�They�re not looking at me.�You are seeing yourself looking at me.�

The border between Pia and Pia collapsed, and from then on, Borbor stopped observing people.

Her gaze turned inward to herself.

-The realization of that day helped Borbor in his life.�Because she was able to look into herself and understand all human attributes.

�To know myself is to know a human being.�It is only possible with long thought and deep insight.�

� But life was not happy.�Still, she was weak, and she had to watch her work-weary mother and her father�s constant violence.

�alcohol!�hey!�Bring a drink!�

Borbor could only get some money if her mother was in a good mood.

It wasn�t particularly difficult because he had an eye for penetrating other people�s emotions����.

�Such an incomprehensible thing!�

The verbal abuse and violence inflicted on him every day gradually made Borbor�s heart ail.

�Human hatred.�

Even my stepfather�s tendencies are in me, so hatred for humans is hatred for myself.

�These beggar families!�

A mother who collapsed with blood and a broken wine bottle.�Borbor was brutally beaten that day.

�die!�die!�

As his consciousness gradually faded, the stepfather�s face suddenly turned pale.

�you����who is this?�

Feeling as if he were the person on the floor, he was overcome with unknown fear.

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