Kean took another step in an uncertain direction, deliberately breaking through the crowds of people passing by along the sidewalk. Although they seemed uncomfortable due to their different responses when they saw him, That said, Kean began to do what Arza asked. Yep, one of them was in close proximity to him."A first for me, being indecisive in a job I've been doing for a while."Arza wasn't the only one who was surprised by Kean, as if he were hesitant. In fact, Kean, like this effect, had not managed to forget his troubles for the time being. Although he hoped that it would permanently vanish from his mind,Gradually, Kean's existence vanished instantly from the sight of the surrounding residents. His black beady eyes continued to focus on someone who seemed to be busy chatting with a familiar friend. Until disturbed by something, the presence of someone was unexpected to him. However, he immediately brushed it off and chose to focus on stalking the target.The person Kean meant w

He doesn't know how many times the grunt of exasperation was heard. Alvaro was annoyed every time a student passed by or actually entered the teacher's room for God knows what reason. Must have deliberately glanced at him for a moment.Alvaro still has to wait for the entrance bell; that's why he hasn't been told to find his own class. Remember, as a transfer student. Not a native student, who automatically looks for a new class on his own, according to the list of names that have been posted on the school website. So, they will be escorted to class by the teacher.Indeed, the uneasiness he felt at this time began to diminish, unlike earlier on the way to the teacher's room. Even more so after Alvano went first. So, that was that."Van-eh, uhm, Alvaro." The teacher, named Mrs. Zuai, was immediately awkward for saying the wrong name. It's understandable, because they are very similar and it takes a long time for ordinary people to be able to distinguish them. Gradually, Mrs. Zuai began

Alvaro was still absorbed in the book that had caught his attention. Occasionally, he is disturbed by Alvano's behavior. Yes, still standing and leaning against the bookshelf. He just realized he hadn't tried to start a small conversation with Alvano. Also, I still did not expect to be born as a twin brother.The book that had been the object of focus was now left lying on the table. He immediately turned to Alvano, still reluctant to move or simply join him."Vano... often called that, huh?"Alvano flinched slightly when Alvaro started the conversation. "What!"Alvaro laughed for a moment, even though he didn't mean to provoke emotion. Well-spoken or rude, Alvano's reaction was still emotional. Really good for practicing patience. Suddenly, I thought so, but this is real.Talking to Alvano is good for practicing patience."What's so funny?" Alvano quickly became angry, unconsciously approaching and staring at Alvaro."Nope." Alvaro casually replied. "You know what? I didn't think I'd

Kean was at the funeral again, evidently sitting transfixed. Occasionally his hand, wrapped in a black glove, reached out to squeeze his head.Turning his head slowly when someone stood right beside him. It turned out to be Alvaro, catching his breath. After running from home until he managed to board public transportation, when he reached his destination, Alvaro ran fast again.No one was chasing him, but he was being followed everywhere he went.Alvaro felt that many were following him; obviously, they were not.Or maybe the effect of excessive fear?On the one hand, Alvaro didn't expect Kean to be at the funeral. Suddenly cursing his own stupidity, he wondered why he hadn't thought of it. Kean hadn't been able to accept Dean's death, so if he wanted to meet him, he had to go to Dean's grave."Brother?" Alvaro deliberately called out to see if Kean was calm or distracted.Although he had been able to familiarize himself with Kean's true personality, Still, Alvaro didn't want to be a v

He was so fast and agile that he avoided anyone who passed by. Because if he was nudged, he would flee and be apprehended by the horde of people chasing him.His black beady eyes peeked out from behind a tree for a moment, as the roof of the house he was standing on happened to be facing a towering tree. Afterward, he breathed a sigh of relief. For a brief moment, he sat down until the situation returned to normal.One hand stretched up, revealing a stolen object that was in fact a packet of bread."Haha, my life was wasted being a thief when I was young." He was deliberately laughing at himself for not long ago choosing such a poor way of survival.Fortunately, when he stole, his face was obscured by the hood of the jacket that was attached to his body."Pathetic." He finished the stolen bread, then jumped away. Standing for a moment in front of a fairly grand house. However, there was no sign of life inside. When stepping inside, one was only greeted by silence and darkness.At fir