People around me are dying one after another. It seems that anyone I hate will die. What on earth happened to me?
I feel as if there is another "I". Could it be that "I" did all this?
No, stop, can anyone help me, I just want an ordinary life.
A diary to record what happened to him, the neighbor's family who suddenly moved in, the unexpected acquisition of a large sum of property, and the deaths of people around him. What is the truth?
Conception: