"Why do people call you disaster?"

The voice was the voice of a little girl. The girl was now standing under the light of the lamp and her face was clear. She had hazel brown hair and bright blue eyes. it was small It could be said that he was 12 or 13 years old.

Hyde glared. "Because I'm a disaster, kid," he grinned menacingly.

The girl did not run away. did not scream don't be afraid He stood there calmly and thought. He was not like others. After a while, he said: "The question is, does being a disaster make sense with the existence of people, or does it stick to one's identity...?"

Hyde looked...