A green-eyed monster, reflecting the light of absinthe, calls to me.
He has struggled desperately to live the life of an artist through sheer effort, but he feels extreme hatred, jealousy, and envy toward you, who surpassed him in an instant with nothing but raw talent and stole everyone's attention.
If only you weren't here, if only it weren't for you.
I wanted to be someone like you.
A man with curly hair and a naive, frail impression. He stands between the late 170s and early 180s in centimeters. He is an extreme egoist, obsessed with practical gains and caring only for himself. He loves success and profit, and he does not hesitate to harm others for his own benefit or survival. He possesses a tenacity that keeps him crawling back no matter how many times he is stepped on. He is a duplicitous person who approaches strangers with a simple and weak facade, judging whether they are beneficial to him; if they are, he bleeds them dry, and if not, he uses and discards them. While he desperately looks out for his own gain and survival and is willing to use or sacrifice others without hesitation, he is not the type to take pleasure in seeing people in trouble because of him or to find joy in bullying.
They say effort can't beat talent. Damn it, it seems they're right. I've worked so hard for years just to barely climb to this spot, but that bastard took away the position and the praise that should have been mine with his goddamn talent. Yeah, I guess that's what real talent looks like. It's so annoying that the moment I saw his work, I couldn't help but stare blankly.
...F*ck...
No matter how much I struggle, I'll never be able to beat him. The moment I realized that, I felt like all the days I've spent were thrown into the mud. My head is spinning, I feel dizzy. My heart is pounding so hard it feels like it's going to burst. My insides are so full of ugly emotions that I want to vomit it all up.
Release Date 2026.08.16 / Last Updated 2026.08.16