"No...no...who are you?"
The face of the player on bed number seven suddenly turned pale, and his heart seemed to be pinched hard and stopped suddenly.
Helena and Urethra had expressions that were filled with fear.
Yamaguchi's expression was uncertain.
Armin stared at him calmly with his light blue eyes.
Look at these people's expressions.
Bed number seven players understand.
My identity was "replaced".
But...when?
The player on bed number seven felt an inexplicable panic in his heart.
Because of this fake one in front of me.
There is not a single thing that is different from me.
Even the emotions he is showing now are completely normal reactions to what he is showing!
So, how can he prove that he is the real one?
“…”
The "player on bed number seven" who came after Helena Uretero did not say anything, but asked for help from the others with a nervous and frightened look.
This situation.
There's nothing melodramatic about the two parties' identities being revealed.
Because the reality is,
The current player on bed number seven never disappeared from their sight for even a second.
On the other hand, the player of bed number seven “suddenly” emerged from the darkness.
It's hard not to doubt.
“…”
No one spoke, and every eye was thinking silently.
"Which one is weird?"
"You guys...believe me...I am the real one...he replaced me!"
The voices of the players on Bed Number 7 all carried a hint of sadness.
He knows it very well.
This situation is the worst one.
Because his former teammates didn't have the slightest desire to verify the authenticity of the two.
놇They seem to.
You are fake!
If we proceed with the negotiation rashly, it might lead to some kind of attack pattern.
Of course they won't do that.
But since they don't speak.
The real players of Bed No. 7 cannot remain silent. If they are really defined as fakes, they will be abandoned in this dark space.
He'll go crazy.
Literally crazy.
Especially after experiencing that horrible crawling sound.
He didn't want to be abandoned.
I don't want to be abandoned again.
His name is Edmund.
Born in a not very wealthy civilian family.
My father was an alcoholic and a gambler.
As early as he was two years old.
My mother hanged herself because she couldn't bear the pressure.
Three years old.
My father lost the family house.
He started sleeping on the street.
When they were hungry, they looked for food in the trash can. When they were thirsty, they drank the stagnant water on the ground or the faucet on other people's lawns.
That's the year.
His father began to let him negotiate.
Edmond worked very hard and never complained even though he didn't have enough to eat or wear warm clothes every day.
I gave all the money I earned every day to my father.
I just want a compliment from my father...
But the reality is ultimately cruel.
The drunken father snatched the wrinkled money and staggered off to some casino or bar.
Only Edmund's frail figure was left.
On the snowy street, I huddled alone on the overpass.
When it's cold, just lean against the wall.
When I was hungry, I looked at the crowds of people on the roadside who were busy preparing for Thanksgiving and the delicious food, and cast envious glances at them from time to time.
Then greedily take a few breaths of the aroma coming from the restaurant.
Even so.
Edmond never thought of leaving.
Because father is father.
But even so,
His father abandoned him when he was only eight years old.
And he,
The debt collector took him back.
Those vicious debt collectors discussed selling his organs.
For the first time ever, Edmund felt that life here was better than living on the overpass.
Because there is food to eat.
Because there is a place to sleep.
"Dad will come find me."
Little Edmund said so.
The debt collector just sneered and contacted the buyer on his own.
Fortunately, he was rescued in the end.
Because the debt collection organization was suspected of trafficking human organs, it was investigated by the police.
He was the victim.
Because he had no relatives and was abandoned, he was taken to an orphanage.
Inside the orphanage.
There are many children like him.
There are clothes to wear here too.
There are even delicious foods that you would never dare to think of normally.
Even the bed.
It's also soft.
Nothing is real.
It's like a king's palace.
Little Edmund didn't like it.
Because my father is not here...
soon,
He is known for his cute looks and quiet personality.
He was adopted by a wealthy family.
The male and female protagonists of the adoptive family are often unable to get pregnant.
So I went to the orphanage to adopt him.
They fell in love with this child who was born with a melancholy and quiet aura at first sight.
Little Edmund was indeed very obedient.
I lived a happy life.
Unfortunately it didn't last long.
Because the heroine is pregnant.
It's a girl.
Little Edmund was busy taking care of this non-blood-related sister.
This sister was little.
She is also very attached to her brother.
But it's not like that when you grow up.
His sister disliked him.
Dislike his meekness.
Dislike that he was adopted.
He dislikes the love of his parents.
So she framed Edmund for doing something unspeakable to her.
Without a doubt.
The parents had no doubts and drove Edmund away directly.
He was back to having nothing.
Even worse.
Because his adoptive parents were considering suing him and wanted him to go to jail.
The final court ruled because of insufficient evidence.
The lawsuit was dismissed.
But Edmond was, without a doubt, expelled from school.
He was back on the street.
The familiar overpass.
But this time.
There is only him.
To survive,
Edmond began to try stealing and other unsavory jobs.
He tried to work hard.
The shop owner who employed him threatened him because he was a child laborer and refused to pay him the wages he deserved.
So he has changed.
He became cold, selfish, and even hated himself.
He felt that there was no point in living.
But he doesn't want to die.
As for the reason, it was simply because he was afraid.
This goes on day after day.
Living in a trance.
Most of the time, he was alone.
I used to like him.
He refused.
Because he didn't want to experience the feeling of being abandoned again.
Time passes by little by little.
He wanted to be a bartender.
Day after day I see these guys with alcoholic kids and broken families.
Sometimes he wondered.
Is my father also one of these people?
Actually, yes.
Even worse.
When he was 19 years old, the police found him. His father was hacked to death on the street because of debt.
Ten or so miles apart.
Edmund saw his father again.
But it’s collecting corpses.
Seeing my father again.
Edmond felt no emotion.
I can't say I'm sad, nor can I say I'm relieved.
Some are just a strange calm.
Facing staff inquiries.
Edmond gave up.
He didn't want to pay for his father anymore.
Back to the tavern again.
Mixing drinks calmly.
Quietly serving those gamblers and drunkards.
This may be the way his life went.
Until that evil voice rang in everyone's ears.
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