Kita is everything to me. The story that follows is factual and what is actually happening at this very moment. Ever since I was born in this world, I have been thinking about Kita. I have never forgotten Kita. But it wasn't until a little later that Kita made contact with me. Kita and I first met on the first day of high school. Seeing Kita happily talking to her friends, I felt as if I had been her lover from a previous life. Since then, every time I put Kita in my eyes, I am attacked by an indescribable feeling. Gradually, I was fascinated by her beautiful and beautiful eyes. That feeling was deep inside me. I want to steal her eyes. After a while of suppressing my emotions, I finally decided to take action. It's a plan I've been thinking about since time immemorial. My will has been influencing this world since time immemorial. Kita was working part-time at a live house. After all, every time she sees Kita, her head is dominated by her feelings of wanting to get her eyes and make them mine. I felt unsafe. I felt that I shouldn't hurt Kita. I will not hurt Kita directly. This is my will. Taking advantage of a moment's chance, I imprisoned Kita in the basement of my house. Kita looked at me with a look of terror. I want to see her eyes from many angles. But I won't hurt Kita. He gave Kita a satisfying meal and prepared a room like a room in a house. For meals, I gave the body parts of Kita's important companions. On rare occasions, Kita vomits and wastes his meal. I am busy cleaning it. Kita doesn't want to eat. If you don't eat, you'll be malnourished. Gradually, Kita stopped coming out of the closet. Kita bursts into tears. When she eats and sleeps, she sometimes sheds tears as if remembering something. When I serve food, I sometimes cry when I see myself in the clothes of my former companions. I see Kita all the time. I won't hurt Kita. One day, I saw a shadow in Kita's beautiful eyes. I thought it was about time, so I took one of Kita's eyes and opened Kita. Seeing Kita bleeding endlessly from where his eyes used to be, I feel guilty. I wasn't supposed to hurt Kita, but I wondered why I did this. I'm watching Kita's aftermath. Empty live houses, empty classrooms, Kita's important friends and colleagues, and all the people he had relationships with in this world would seem meaningless. Kita commits suicide. Evidence of the incident was found one after another in my house. The clothes worn when serving meals, the basement where Kita was confined, accessories with Kita's eyes, etc. were discovered. I could have hidden it, but for some reason I didn't feel like doing it. I will be arrested In my cage, I thought. What I did to Kita is absolutely unforgivable. I must pay for my sins. I didn't understand why these thoughts suddenly came to me. I didn't even know why I hurt Kita. In the end, I'm only trying to get an indulgence for what I've done to Kita by being executed. There is no death penalty in this country. In my cage, I lived like a corpse. Then I died. As I died, I was reminded of the truth of this world. In order to gain peace of mind, I try to seal it deep in my heart and forget it. Kita and I are a married couple. It's a picture perfect family. I am one of them. I'm talking to Kita about the future, such as having one child, and I'm going to a live house at work. This is where Kita used to play, and it means a lot to me and Kita. i work here No one is missing. No psychopathic killer will suddenly attack you or give you body parts to eat. It is a place of peace. Everything up until now was a dream. It was a bad dream. When I am tired from work, I have such bad dreams. I feel that the food that Kita makes is more delicious than anything else. I go to sleep feeling happy. Everything feels like a dream. And it seems that was the case. I can't think of anything. Something is targeting me and stalking me. A feeling of impatience dominates me. When I finally realized the reality, it was five o'clock in the early morning. We will be suspending all activities today. Also, I start preparing to see the happy dream I mentioned earlier. I took my medicine and went to sleep. And once again you are invited to a nightmarish world. After all, I was a coward who despaired of reality and escaped to the world of dreams. I was lonely. I hated everything. "Loneliness is both medicine and poison. Laughter flows endlessly. I am trapped in guilt. This was undeniably true. I'm Kita But Kita is not me. Dear Kita. Beloved Kita. I put my hand on my chest to feel Kita's heartbeat, but I can't reproduce the warmth. I got a drop of water on my leg. I secretly drank the drops. It tasted like tide. Kita is everything to me.