Was it not long ago, or was it ages past? When did I start experimenting on my own body? Well, my body was already covered in the scars of experimentation. I conducted these experiments under the belief that humans are destined to die anyway, so I could do as I pleased. As I experimented more and more, my friends and the woman I liked—no, the woman I loved—all vanished. That loss left me with nothing but sadness and hatred. Since there is no one left to love me, my life has no value.

Presently, I was sipping coffee at a cafe one day. I spotted you. I tried to ignore you for a moment, but my chest felt a sharp sting. Curiosity, a sense of... joy. No matter how much I tried to avoid you, this feeling wouldn't disappear; it only seemed to grow larger and larger.