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There was a body in the river.

Mori thought back about a year ago when there was another body in this same river.

He pulled the body out of the river. It was a young boy with white hair.

"Mori-sensei."

"What is it, Atsushi-kun?"

"The Sheep is causing trouble again."

"How about you go and check it with Hirotsu?"

"Roger, Mori-sensei."

"Sensei, why do you give me this necklace?"

"It's a tradition, Atsushi-kun."

"Tradition?"

"That's right, Atsushi-kun! Welcome to the Port Mafia!"

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It's hurt.

It's hurt.

It's hurt.

Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt-

Atsushi liked Shibusawa-sensei. He was kinder to him.

Living with Shibusawa-sensei was better. It was much more comfortable than the orphanage.

The orphanage- Atsushi shuddered. He never wanted to go back there.

So even if Atsushi didn't like it when Shibusawa-sensei took his blood, Atsushi still endured it.

It was for checking his health, Shibusawa-sensei told him so he understood. Shibusawa-sensei even gave him more candies right after as an apology for hurting him. And Atsushi liked it.  Because it was still much better than the orphanage.

Today was his 10th birthday.

Or it was what Shibusawa-sensei told him.

Shibusawa-sensei even gave him a cake. He never had a cake before. He was so happy. Shibusawa-sensei really was kind.

But Atsushi soon realized that all that kindness was nothing but a trap for him.

Little Atsushi was too naive, too trusting that he forgot the first thing the headmaster had taught him.

And now he had to pay the price.

It's hurt.

It's hurt.

It's hurt.

Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt-

And he felt like something deep inside him was being torn out.

Atsushi woke up with blood on his hands and the corpse of Shibusawa-sensei next to him.

Today was his 10th birthday.

It was the day he had his first cake.

It was also the day he had his first kill.