Katsuko Kurokoma was an orphan who grew up in an institution.
Katsuko admired and respected the institution teacher. He pulled everyone from the facility and took good care of those who left the facility. She was always clear and a woman like the sun.
The girl was killed in front of Katsuko.
I can't forgive a man's life for something unexpected. I want to find the killer and kill him. And with the desire to find the bad guys in the world and kill them, Katsuko asks them to modify the Snow Oka Institute.
But the remodeling failed and had a strange effect on my brain, and I became attracted to bad guys who lost their normal thinking skills and even killed people fine. Because of this, I will also be attracted to Junko and to Nagagoro.
I live with Nagagoro now. And all day long, he's whining rumors on Nagagoro's side.
"Hey -... you cursed killer... go to hell... love it... love it... die... love it... give me back my teacher... you devil... but I love it... I will always be with you... Hate...... die...... I like it......"
He's a crazy head, and he understands Katsuko. Nagagoro and I didn't kill people because we liked them. That is why hatred, but also affection, was one thing.
"What are we having tonight? I'll make something I like... I hate it, but I'll work hard..."
"Oh, well, let's go shopping"
Hold hands and go outside. Katsuko sticks to Nagagoro even as she walks outside.
"Hate... die... like... kill..."
Even outside Katsuko is constantly whining about bumps and rumors. Nagagoro gets used to it the earliest, so I don't think anything about it. At first I was sick, and I felt sick, and there was resistance, but I folded in myself over time.
Katsuko is suffering with a crazy head. I'm suffering because I'm crazy. Different emotions are simultaneously strongly derived but thus suffering.
With Nagagoro, Katsuko's suffering increases. But Katsuko still wants to be with Nagagoro, even as she suffers. Knowing that, Nagagoro chose to be with Katsuko. If you are yourself, she has pain and salvation at the same time. Without you, there's only pain. Because that's what I learned.
"What, that hiccups?"
A couple of bad high school students and a couple of boys laugh at Katsuko.
"You're blind, you're crazy."
They were two high school students who didn't mean to say it in an openly audible voice, but the voice had also reached Katsuko and Nagagoro.
"Hey... no..."
Nagagoro feels caught up in the urge to kill, and Katsuko holds Nagagoro's hand strongly, raising his cut voice and stopping him.
"I can't do that... I can't do that anymore... I'll hate you more. It makes me sadder...... Don't kill me..."
"I know."
Looking up anxiously and turning to Katsuko, who desperately complains, Nagagoro gently strokes Katsuko's head, saying in a shady voice.
"Thanks...... a little -... good...... Delicious stuff... because I'm excited to make it for you... I hate it... because I like it..."
"I'm hoping."
Seeing Katsuko smiling at ease, Nagagoro's mouth also broke naturally.
"I'm having a founding party for my organization, so I want Yukie to work with me there."
At the office, Miho asked Yukie to come in.
"I wonder if there is something I can do to help..."
"Don't say it that way. It's a little nuanced selling your name."
"What do you mean?
Yukie puts a small neck on Miho's words. Even if he is blind, he is still firmly oriented towards Miho, who is talking.
"You won't be able to live on the street anymore, and if you're going to live on the back street, you should sell your name. Junko... when his mouse fell into the back street, he took care of himself like that. I'll try to imitate and support you, too. Well, if Bertie's all right."
"Me, there's nothing you can do about it. Eyes, invisible... can't even be like land..."
One day I'll be sure to be like land. Such unfounded aspirations alone made Yukie look into his own eyes. Yukie was frightened and tired that she had no regrets about the act, but could not be like land at all.
"I think it would be a good idea for Junko to do something about that. Lily said she'd ask for it..."
"Yeah, you said it"
That's all we talked about, and the conversation breaks.
"Miho, are you still resenting me?
"Naturally. But... vengeance and organizational establishment and two simultaneous processes were tight after all. Honestly, I feel like I've failed."
In response to Yukie's question, Miho answers the sigh mix.
"You're trapping me at an establishment party, trying to kill me?
"You can't frame me for a trap by unauthorized means in front of a large audience. I just have to be square and dignified. I only want to kill Makoto Aizawa. But it's like a settlement route already, and I guess this event is my last chance."
It is also difficult to rebel any more because there are voices on the part of the rats who also want to accept reconciliation. Later, the number of people in the rat community split by half. Without wanting to make any more sacrifices, Miho thinks. When that happens, even if I don't like it, I have to accept a settlement with Junko.
If this were to happen, Miho now regrets that he should have thoroughly killed at an earlier stage without straining.
"Yukie said she didn't resent me, and I don't think she's willing to hate me for that, but I don't understand. They take away my loved ones... don't take revenge. I'm fine, I don't believe it."
"I gave up that Land was going to be killed one day, and I knew that Land had no choice but to be killed."
"Still... I don't get it"
Mizuho thought Yukie might be able to empathize with her, eyes on her, and tried to draw her into her side, but Yukie at the time seemed like this.
Yet Yukie seems to feel beneficial to herself, so what she says once and for all is a structure she listens to, and if she just uses it, she can. But the feeling of disappointment cannot be plucked.
I was just acting with a crazy killer with a head, and this girl's thought circuit is out of standard for a lot of things. It's not normal. And Miho realizes that he is a normal category.
"The president pickled in formalin is back..."
Dog breeder Ichi, who was browsing the internet beside dinner at the family Wombat, located in Candoville, muttered in tannic terms.
"Well, without a vicious hobby cruel show, if you mean death games or gambling only, it might as well still be. It's more of a regression than a newborn. That's what I used to be."
"Death games are bad enough."
Yoshiku Takada, who was sitting in the seat across the street, says on the tannic side no less than a dog breeder, making coffee.
"Still, players are fighting by choice of their own accord. It's actually the wrong way to call it a death game. It's not a game in the sense that you're bound to die. If you lose a game that's bound to kill you, you won't have enough players right away, and customers will shrivel when a popular player or something dies. The cruel show was bought out of human trafficking. He used it, killed it and played with it. I don't like it in my book.
It was also one of the reasons dog breeders left the tissue. If the dog breeder, who had originally tended to distance himself from the organization, had thrown the management round to those below him, he would have done that before he knew it, so the untraining was completely gone and all the top executives were killed to destroy the organization.
"I have a lot of reasons for that organization too... no matter how much I change my mind, my mind is complicated when I use the same name"
I remember my sister and her former best friend for a long time. Of course, Yoshiku doesn't know that the dog owner was the boss of the formalin-pickled president or that he crushed the tissue.