When I first met Nishimoto, I honestly felt the need to avoid him as much as possible. Not because I hate him, but because there was something in him that made my guard up. For me, people like him was one of scariest human I could ever meet.
He was the kind of man whom I could not tell what were his real motives and what was running in his head. His words can sound so gentle and calm, but his face showed the complete opposite of it. Sometimes I could not tell which one was real.
I knew it was not right to think about a person this way, but…I had learned my lesson. Because the very man who killed my parents was also like that.
He was kind and generous to our family. But in the end, he was the one who took away everything from me without feeling any sympathy and guilt towards the
