Why do people never show their real faces, but hide behind a countless number of masks? How to distinguish real feelings from lies and pretense? Where is the truth? People always hated me, and I did not know why. I lived an ordinary life and sailed with the flow. The only one with whom I can communicate normally is Masashi code, but I hate him more than all the rest of me. I hate his sincerity and cheerfulness. He grew up in a prosperous family and was loved by everyone who surrounded him. My pity for me is even more disgusting to me. Hypocrisy ... He pretends to be sincere, and only laughs at me. I will tear this mask from his face and expose the true essence. I swear, I will avenge. I will destroy everything that is dear to him ... and that they love.