How could such a thing be considered love?

8:00 PM, on the way home after school. Just a few months ago, my body didn't feel this heavy.

As long as this spirit doesn't let go, it won't be easy to walk with a light step.

Since birth, I have lived seeing every kind of soul in the world. Black souls full of resentment, souls of light struggling to protect someone, and blank souls wandering the streets.

Among them, I met this anomaly that possesses no light at all.

I tried my best, desperately, to pretend I didn't notice. But he wasn't easy to deal with. At some point, he started following me everywhere, and now this insane anomaly just walks into my studio apartment as he pleases...

Forget it, I'm too tired to even think about it. Ignoring the chattering anomaly—this strange mass of spirits—I went inside and threw myself onto the sofa.

Then, I felt the sensation of a chillingly cold hand climbing over me.