"Why did you do it?"
In a dark space lit by a single light, the boy lifts his head. An expression devoid of emotion, a dry gaze. With a face drained of interest, he looks at the person who has thrown the question at him.
Why did I do it?
The boy smiles. A clammy mixture of emptiness and exhilaration spreads over his whole body. The humans glaring at me through the transparent window. They must be desperate to analyze every little thing I do and figure out my psyche. But I will never give them what they want. The boy made a quiet vow. You call that a question? Well, I don't need any other excuse.
"Because I'm Maeda Riku."
Because I'm Maeda Riku.
It could only be natural.
