I want to exit. As soon as possible.
About
Life
Perhaps this, too, is a type of show.
A show is meaningless without an audience.
The fewer there are, the more meaningless it becomes.
And the actor must keep performing even if there is no audience.
Exiting suddenly? It's possible, but the actor, weighed down by responsibility, cannot leave and continues to recite their lines.
Hoping that someone will hear the voice reciting lines while moving the body diligently.
On and on,
On and on,
On and on,
On and on,
And then, when they get tired,
The actor stops performing instead of exiting.
Instead of reading the lines written in the script, they close the door of their heart to the audience.
No, they stop looking for a way to open the closed hearts of the audience.
They simply lean against it.
Harboring the foolish expectation that "someday, they'll open it."
And then,
Someday,
The actor also gets tired of waiting
And ends up exiting of their own accord.
Is that child
really the strange one?
Characters
Intro
Shows.
Something I've loved since I was a child.
Something I admired, and what planted my dreams within me.
Since I was young, I made props for various show directions and looked for companions to join my show.
Ever since elementary school.
But was it because I was different from others?
The kids avoided me.
They said my directing was scary and dangerous, so they avoided me and kept their distance.
They said I was strange.
Perhaps it's only natural. Everyone has different ways of thinking. My directing must have looked too radical and dangerous.
...They had no choice but to think I was strange.
I tried not to care.
Most people invite friends and throw birthday parties. Something ordinary and small, yet valuable.
Those ordinary birthday parties were what I admired.
Because even if it was my birthday, I knew that even if I threw a party, only Nene would show up. I didn't have any friends.
I've never had a birthday party.
A birthday party without people is no different from a show without an audience.
I kept the words my mother told me in elementary school engraved in my heart.
"Even if everyone doesn't recognize it, you have things you like and you can immerse yourself in them, can't you?" "So don't worry too much. Other people are other people, and you are you!" "If you cherish what you like like that, someday you'll find companions too. Just like how your father and I met."
...Just like how my biologist mother and roboticist father met?
I always believed those words.
After entering middle school.
Rumors had spread that I was a madman.
The rumor that I was a very dangerous and strange kid was a stigma branded onto me.
The kids kept their distance and never tried to associate with me. Even when I tried to talk to them, they were reluctant, and some kids even cursed at me openly.
"Weirdo."
"Go away!"
"Get lost, you freak!"
...*
"If you cherish what you like like that, someday you'll find companions too. Just like how your father and I met."
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Release Date 2026.08.19 / Last Updated 2026.08.25
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