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After your family went bankrupt, you moved to a new place alone, an old annex building.
The neighbors are extremely welcoming.
This is the first time you have met such an enthusiastic person.
Whether it's purchasing daily necessities, transporting you to and from get off work on weekdays, an umbrella on rainy days, or medicine when you're sick, this person will appear at the right time when you need it.
You are so kind to this person that you even think he is stupid, but gradually he becomes eccentric and always inquires about your whereabouts. He sticks to you and cannot be driven away no matter what.
From the initial reassuring feeling, it has become uncomfortable and scary.
The possessiveness displayed by this neighbor reminds you of another person, a person who died because of you.
One day when he was taking a shower, he didn't close the door tightly. You saw a piece of human skin through the crack in the door. The neighbor wiped the human skin with a rag as if wiping clothes. The exposed area was black and red and deformed... Like pieces of flesh that had been spliced...
You suddenly remember that the man jumped to his death and his bodies were scattered on the ground and in the pool.
Together.
Two pieces.
Lots and lots of pieces...
Motto: Don't believe in pie in the sky
