-1-
He walked through the dark corridor.
The sound of leather shoes clacking on the corridor was like the sound of guitar strings.
...He always thought that the action of plucking the strings was the most charming action.
It is creation, thinking, and the collision of life and death.
-2-
Only the most moving life can pluck the strings like that.
He had once been fortunate enough to witness the most captivating performance—also the saddest. The performer sat alone in a dark cage, pale and flawless, like a sculpture. Every movement of his fingertips was like scratching blood on the stone wall.
Or, does that thing really have "blood"?
So pale, so bleak.
The only thing about that thing that could be associated with "blood" was its pair of bright red eyes.
If it was a ghost, those eyes must have been filled with tears mixed with blood when it died.
-3-
But he didn't think that thing could be considered life. Something that wasn't life couldn't be considered a ghost.
He admitted that it was the most charming performance he had ever heard, but that thing had the ugliest eyes.
He and the thing both agreed that they were a pair of extremely ugly and not beautiful eyes at all.
The thing even complained to him about how much it hated its own ugliness and how much it wished it had beautiful blue eyes.
Therefore, no matter how charming the music played may sound, the music flowing from the fingertips of that ugly thing cannot be called "music".
That thing—it—sat there pathetically and hatefully twiddling its fingers, a prisoner of eternal madness—never to try to escape from there, never to remove the shackles from its neck—
He and Him knew that even if everything collapsed, time flowed backwards, and the universe was turned upside down, there would still be an eternal prisoner imprisoned there, playing the most charming and ugliest music.
-4-
Amidst countless waves, the eternal prisoner is the unchanging origin, just like the core of the earth that carries waves, sunlight, and mud and sand.
Therefore, He can never feel anything, and He can never feel anything.
This is the truth.
-5-
...Such a stable and peaceful existence is truly soothing.
Once, he stopped in front of Him and listened to performance after performance.
He hated His eyes and pale face, but he was used to His presence.
No one would not get used to His presence. He is like that, like that - calm, tolerant, and empty - able to accommodate countless secrets and countless troubles - just listening to Him can calm down and feel the emptiness in your heart being slowly filled.
Even though he hated it, he got used to hearing Him.
Not only him, but the entire prison was his devout listener.
Until one day.
The thing put down the guitar and raised its empty, pale and miserable face towards him. Two balls of crimson in its eye sockets flashed, jumped, and then slowly softened, like two red maple leaves startled by the wind.
-6-
He said to him, “It’s been very noisy in the prison lately. Are there any new friends here?”
-7-
He asked him for a number.
It was an ordinary number for a prisoner. He had been imprisoned for so long, he should have had a number of his own long ago—it was just that he had been too lazy to give it to him before, and he had felt no need to ask for it.
So, after getting the number as expected, He disappeared.
[P43987] was placed in a new cell, next to the new arrival [M43988].
-8-
He still didn't understand why He was happy to change into a string of numbers to define Himself. However, well, He wasn't even a life, so it was difficult for him to use the word "understand" to describe that thing. Perhaps His thinking logic was not on the same level as that of humans from the very beginning.
Who would want to understand that thing? It is indescribable.
But, when he approached [M43988], when he took her to the solitary confinement room, removed her mask and put her in gag—
The moment he actually saw her appearance, he understood a lot of things.
-9-
Because the woman with black hair and black eyes who calls herself M always has the charm to attract all beings to be fascinated by her.
Everyone, all life - will eventually be attracted to her - but will also eventually fear her and see her as the darkest shadow.
It's like how humans have portrayed, worshipped, and feared death countless times.
This is the truth.
...M, the girl with black hair and black eyes, incredibly beautiful yet incredibly terrifying...
She is also the most important thing in his life.
The first time he saw her again, he heard the sound of the strings he had heard when he was alive again - early autumn, maple leaves, the teahouse and the girl passing by there - she walked so briskly, "da da da" tapping the small wooden shoes on her feet, like a small rattle being shaken -
When he saw her, the sound of the piano strings suddenly rang out, having nothing to do with the player, it was just the most moving music.
-10-
...But she never remembered people like him.
M will not remember any passerby who passes by her, nor will she recognize anyone who wants to get close to her.
This is M's habit. No one can interfere with M's habit. Just like no one can squeeze themselves into her head and become the only one in her life - except her bitch sister who died early.
...He had pursued her for a long time, but in the end, he got nothing.
Why would she attract everyone like this if she was going to reject everyone?
She's a scum, a villain, a bad woman, no doubt about it.
She doesn't deserve any meaningful beauty in this world, or anyone's heartbeat or love.
——He had already seen this clearly.
During the chase, after the chase, and finally, when he saw her for the second time... that horrific, bloody, and terrifying scene...
She attracts everyone.
But everyone would hate her.
-11-
Just like anyone would fantasize about kicking a stray cat that smells like a corpse.
She deserves it.
-12-
...He had seen and understood it long ago...
The only way to make M stay is [death].
The only way is to kill her, kill her completely, become her murderer, and the last life she watches before dying.
——Only then can you get her attention and be truly placed in an important position by her.
-13-
Because M is a madman, and only death can move a madman.
Besides, she had made a promise to him... She had made a promise to almost everyone she had neglected and forgotten...
[Okay. If we meet again, you can kill me. As long as you can.]
-14-
This is M's death promise. To compensate for her forgetfulness, she always leaves behind such a promise.
M has made such promises to so many people. She is such a complete lunatic... a villain... a scum.
He had been obsessed with this promise for too long, and he had paid too much for it.
He hid in that prison, hiding under the sound of that thing's piano, thinking he could forget about her.
…But she came again… so suddenly… appeared before her… and had no memory of him at all.
[Hmm. Conclusion: I hate you. Don't talk to me.]
...Her attitude hasn't changed at all. Whether she retains her memories or not, she'll always be this annoying.
-15-
The sight of her was excruciating for him.
He then told Him all his troubles, resentments, and hatreds, just as every prisoner did in prison—all hatreds could be told to Him, and He was the source of peace that could accommodate everything.
Furthermore, He will never reveal any of your secrets. After all, He is a prisoner with an eternal sentence.
—Who else could the prisoner see, and to whom could he reveal his secrets, except the darkness?
-16-
He poured out all that he had to Him.
The excitement I once felt, the resentment I later felt, the anger and fear I felt towards that villain and monster—
The thing renamed [P43987] listened quietly.
Then the thing spoke and said, This is not good.
-17-
"I don't understand the so-called 'love' between men and women. I also don't understand your anger and hatred. But Meow Meow is my friend. You can't put my friend in solitary confinement again just because she wants to talk to me about her troubles... She hates solitary confinement. There's no pudding there."
-18-
——That’s so funny.
Apart from asking for a number, that was the first time that thing had expressed its [demand] to him.
That thing was in shackles, sentenced to eternity, and not even allowed a knife and fork to eat with, but during this long and docile sentence, all it uttered was "Don't put my friend in solitary confinement, there's no pudding to eat there."
He couldn't understand how his boundless pain could be compared to that scumbag woman's pudding - he couldn't understand how He, as the most stable and peaceful origin here, could make demands on a madman just because he couldn't have his pudding.
-19-
Even if the world collapses, He won’t even blink.
...Is M not being able to eat pudding worse than the collapse of several worlds?!
-20-
While in prison, prisoner M43988 was always angry because her cellmate P43987 was too calm. One of her ways to kill time was to torment that guy, tossing him up and down, left and right, front and back. On average, she would complain three times a day, yelling "Don't you get angry?", hoping to stir up her cellmate's emotions.
But in his opinion—in his opinion, as one who knew Him well—
While being yelled at "Aren't you angry?", he quietly communicated with the cafeteria chef and asked the chef to add an extra fried egg to his friend's bowl of noodles. This was enough to "cause a stir".
-twenty one-
It's more than just "waves".
Compared to his previous pale appearance, the current [P43987] is like a huge wave.
The culprit who created the storm was standing in the eye of the storm in the calm sea, jumping up and down on the small boat, protesting to the harmonious sea, "There are no waves at all, you should be angry, I'm not excited enough."
Little did he know that he was already at the center of the vortex.
...He couldn't figure out how M dared to yell at such a being to "be angry with me" and openly snatch the pudding distributed by that being... But, who knows, she is M.
She is crazy and deserves whatever happens to her.
-twenty two-
And he readily agreed with this.
He or death, whatever happened to her, she deserved it.
……certainly.
He didn't think something like "Him" would interfere with anything. It had always been so bleak and empty, and even if it tried to be a "friend" for the first time, to intrude into M's memories or past... it wouldn't understand, wouldn't grasp it.
Whether it is [love] or [hate].
The pitiful red-eyed puppy, not even a living being, didn't understand at all... On a different note, if he wanted to, he could always retract the collar from the puppy's neck and end its rare outings... That pathetic and hateful eternal prisoner...
【Love】【Hate】【Entanglement】.
——It’s him and her, man and woman, and the story between them.
Nothing to do with that ugly stray puppy.
-twenty three-
Puppy, just go back to the dark cage and chew your dog food empty-handed.
M...is not a "friend" or "girlfriend"...a woman who can be defined in such a kindergarten-like and shallow way.
She would definitely die at his hands.
She would remember him deeply, not a dispensable, emotionless, non-human pet.
-twenty four-
...He stopped at the end of the dark corridor.
The man in white robe stood beside the rolling vortex of time and space. When he heard footsteps, he turned around.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
The blond, blue-eyed man nodded at him, "President."
——The president of the Eternal Life Society, former warden of the Eternal Life Prison, raised his hand and waved to him.
-twenty four-
Even though the face disgusted him, the sight of those blue eyes reminded him of the [beauty] that creature so desired.
A substitute... That bitch W is just a substitute for M... That little dog, he just sees himself as a substitute for this guy...
How can hollow red eyes compare to beautiful blue eyes?
What is there to worry about for a little dog that is afraid of letting its owner see its real eyes?
-25-
"Long time no see. Are you all ready?"
"Yes. ...You promised me that doing this would definitely bring my brother back to me, right?"
"Of course... let's get started."
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