What if you have no idea who you are?
What if you have to spend time alone in the dark?
What if you're the one who throws everything into disarray?
What if you're not the person you think you're supposed to be?
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Hopy spent a long time by himself, all by himself.
He lives in the same house where he used to have amnesia when he awoke. He didn't mind cleaning the place, but it was difficult to drag all the bodies out of the house and bury them in the backyard.
With the stones and tools at his disposal, he had to carve gravestones. He vividly remembers that time when it took him four days to finish and he was on the verge of dying. He was helped to wipe the blood by a shadow or ghost who stayed with him.
This family includes a little girl with black hair in a ponytail, a guy who hugged his daughter before dying, and a woman dressed in a white dress stained with scarlet blood. Their bodies died the same way; they were stabbed all over, their chests were opened wide to reveal nothing inside, and their eyes were gone. This was the worst scene he'd ever seen, and it was odd that he was surrounded by them without any warning. Nobody came to this place; it had been abandoned.
He recognized himself for the first week. A gender or something else that normal people should be aware of. His life is decided by the shadow on its own.
He was able to communicate with the ghosts in the area during the first month. He couldn't see the house's owners; perhaps they had vanished.
He was able to make money on his own the first year. He was strong enough to survive on his own. He stayed in this place for a long time without making friends or meeting new people.
This apartment has a lot of fine furniture, and there are diamonds and gold all around the living room, which makes him wonder if he is some wealthy kid who was robbed and his family died to save him.
Perhaps this isn't his family, but rather someone who took him in and witnessed his face.
'You have a dangerous face on your hands.'
'Don't stare at your face.'
Since a long time ago, his shadow has murmured. Despite the fact that he couldn't see this person's face, he didn't respond.
'Like Medusa, who turns people into stone, your eyes are more than dangerous.'
Since then, the mask has become another part of his body. Even though he has never seen his own face, the mask is his face. It's impossible to do anything without being irritated by this obnoxious white mask.
But that's all right. He isn't on his own. He is haunted by his ghost.
