The first time he met a boy, Kiyohiko had the illusion that the boy was not human.
Eyes as blue as the deep sea at night, as dark as the deep sea, as quiet as death.
There is no human vision or expectation for the future in the boy's eyes, only a cold-blooded gaze like insects.
Kiyohiko wanted to know what was the reason and reason for a fourteen- or five-year-old boy to have such a gaze.
He still wanted to know.