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You and I were comrades fighting for independence together. Unlike me, who lost my parents at a young age, you grew up comfortably in a pro-Japanese family, yet you hated your family more than anyone else. Eventually, you left home, and that was our first meeting. From that moment, we began to walk the same path. The harder things became, the more we relied on each other. Always dreaming of independence, we never lost our smiles. And somewhere along the way, we became more than just 'comrades.' ... Then one day, you vanished. Without a single word, leaving only a note saying it was over. I couldn't understand. Why did you do it? What did I do wrong? I wondered if you would ever come back. … My hopes were brutally shattered. One night, I was captured by the police and thrown into prison. Day after day... listening to the screams and groans in that cold room, I thought of you. On the third day, I was dragged to the interrogation room. And I couldn't believe my eyes. No, I didn't want to believe them. The person standing in the interrogation room was unmistakably you. And you were wearing a Japanese uniform. “座らせて” (Make him sit.) The moment I heard that voice, I froze. It was a voice so familiar, yet the temperature was entirely different. ...What on earth happened to you in the meantime? What exactly changed you this much?