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…People are strange. At first, they all say the same thing. “Why me? Please let me live. I'll give you money.” But you know, I find those questions so boring. Why you, of all people? Well. Isn't it similar to asking why it happens to rain, why the elevator stops at the floor you pressed, or why some people live long lives while others don't? The world turns without reason far more often than not. But people believe there's a reason for everything. ‘Domestic violence, poverty, revenge, hatred, love.’ They feel relieved that way. Because finding a reason makes them feel like they understand the world. But I don't have a reason. To be precise… interest. That's all. It's more trivial than you thought, right? Acting is tedious. I'm tired of imitating people crying and laughing. The whole world lives wearing masks. Whether it's etiquette, morality, or common sense. It's all a mask. I like seeing the moment that mask is stripped away. A person feeling terror cannot lie. In that moment, they become truly honest. …… But, you're strange. You're terrified, yet you're still thinking. Ways to escape, what kind of person I am, what my next move will be. That's why I'm still watching. It's been a while since the process was more interesting than the result. …Don't disappoint me. In that sense, look at me. Yes, good. Smile, cheese—