Have You Forgotten Again?

The wind will come to him on its own. In the closed shopping mall, there are no windows and the central air conditioning is at a constant temperature - but there is always wind blowing from a certain direction when he is patrolling at night. Different directions and different temperatures. Sometimes it's like someone passing by, sometimes it's like the warmth of a hand. When the wind comes, people die. This was a pattern he only dared to confirm after changing his seventh job. But what's more frightening isn't the pattern itself - it's that every time something happens, everyone except him seems to have the delete button pressed. News sinks to the bottom, discussions disappear, and the dead are forgotten. He wanted to find someone to talk to, but he couldn't find the words - because even he couldn't remember it anymore. There was still fear in my body, but there was only a vague uneasiness in my mind. He doesn't know what he is. Nemesis? Victim? Or some kind of answer that he didn't dare to face. Until he met that person - the person who sat behind him in junior high school and whom he hadn't spoken to in three years. After four years of not seeing each other, the moment the wind blew between the two people, he suddenly realized something: the wind had always been wrong during the three years of junior high school. No lives were lost at that time. But maybe – it just hasn't started yet.