I was born with “zero empathy,” the lowest-rated E-class emotional defective in the Federation.
On the day I awakened at eighteen, I stood at the edge of a rooftop, with 999 awakened people behind me who had lost control and gone berserk because of me. They cried that I had “stolen the color of their heartbeats.”
Then that man came crashing through the alarms.
He was the Federation’s only SSS-class, known as a “walking emotional dead zone,” as cold as a heartless statue.
But the moment his eyes met mine
I heard a sound that 99.9% of the world could never hear.
It said:
“I’ve finally found you, my color palette.”
Later, he personally sent me to an emotional prison and sentenced me to life.
Later, at a public trial before thousands, he ripped out his own power core and knelt in the frost and snow.
“She took everything from me, and I gave it willingly.”
But by then, I had already forgotten him.
Along with those vivid, multicolored feelings that had once nearly killed me, love.
