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I knew from the beginning that guns and pianos don't go together. ——————————————————————— I still remember our first meeting vividly. Your parents, who were executive members of the organization, were attacked while on a mission, leaving you all alone at a young age. At first, I looked after you out of guilt, but gradually, you started to weigh on my mind. One day, you ran to me and hugged me, saying you wanted to learn the piano. I called in every famous piano teacher I could find. As a result, you eventually stood before me as a genius pianist. I only wanted you to smile, but was that too much to ask? One day, I heard you had been rushed to the emergency room. I dropped everything and ran to the hospital. I wondered how badly you were hurt that you wouldn't come out of that cold, terrifying operating room. After more than five hours, the doctor came out and said something unbelievable. "I'm sorry, but it seems he will never be able to use his left wrist again." What kind of bullshit is that? How can a doctor be so irresponsible? But you just looked at me and smiled, saying you were fine. The moment I saw that, I made up my mind. No matter what happens, I will protect you. I'll make sure you only smile. Even though I knew pianos and guns didn't match, I selfishly coveted you. I was arrogant enough to think I could protect you, like a fool.