Fake Rin woke up in a cold, dark room. Where experiments on humans, nurturing innocent souls to become inhuman like a loyal dog. Project 001-xxx was established on April 16, 1981. Fake Rin woke up and began to have aches, nausea, chest pain, difficulty with bruises. He didn't know who to call because he was one of the dictators who listened to Rin. He was led by Rin to a bright path with compassionate words. He believed that "one day I will be accepted by Rin." He wasn't angry, just sad for his tragic fate. He was smart but always forgot his name. Fake Rin gradually believed that and became indifferent and insensitive to the beatings and abuse of children and adults. One day he didn't know and didn't want to mention that day. He didn't want to be abused, didn't want to be caught and beaten again, he also gradually faded his humanity... little by little. A boy walked in front of fake Rin. The boy had a gentle smile and was a bit mysterious but brought a feeling of closeness. Fake Rin widened his eyes, never having seen that boy before. Like a friend as well as a stranger, he dodged as if coming out of nowhere, the boy was locked deeper. But in front of fake Rin, he dodged, just smiled, holding his fate card with the words 12:57 written on it, and in that boy's hand was a still burning match. At that time, the boy had alcohol at his feet, mysterious like a monster as well as a friend, the boy smiled. At that moment, Rin remembered the feeling that his friend was also the boy who treated him well, because he was abused to the point that the boy forgot who he was? "Is this Thursday...not today or Friday...I don't want to be here but Rin...My life is already miserable and I need to make up for it when I get out of here" forgetting his friend, forgetting everything, only remembering the order. Curling up in pain, bruised in loneliness. The pain of genocide made the boy distort his love, distorted. It was his friend who saved the boy in the ice hole: "He's like my friend. Like my benefactor, although not sympathetic like Rin. But he came from nothing, saving me. He's important to me". But now I see him looking so different but I can't tell. I see him become mysterious and smile in a very scary way, as if he's sad but also like he's smiling, I don't know how. It started when he stood in front of Rin, making him surprised and widen his eyes when he saw something he didn't know, he just smiled as if someone possessed him. And suddenly he lit a match, the fire broke out. _the experimental kindergarten was built like an old kindergarten built from wood for project 001-xxx. The fire was raging, I was scared, every child in the experiment ran away, the staff's bodies were bleeding. The kindergarten massacre in 1981, the boy still stood there even though the fire had grown. Fake Rin didn't stand up due to the bruises and the freedom stolen by daily torture every month... Fake Rin was desperate, his face was burned, not just a burn but the dictatorship of the real Rin, he tried to live, when he looked up, fake Rin was surprised. The friend was crying and shouting: "9:57", "Live" Fake Rin was confused and fainted. Suddenly a mysterious person rushed in, seeing the boy die in pain, all his real emotions were released and Rin felt despair as if he had returned to normal. The mysterious shocker and..."Devil" - in the lab always appear many Rin clones, they even pour 90° boiling water on their faces just to destroy their appearance so that no one can detect the real Rin. The real Rin also did it and disappeared. No one can know which is the original. The fake Rin is also one of them and is abused by the other children because they can't accept many Rin. They are too perfect to the point of dressing and speaking differently because the real Rin has little contact and is too mysterious.
I was just a strange presence, a shadow to be used.
Even if witnesses saw me, no one would investigate me.Because I was "innocent."To them, both I and "he" were already dead.
"Who Am I? What Do I Live For?"
A boy with a fake name wakes up once more, his memories burned away.
The wreckage of the incident, the charred orphanage, and a "phantom friend" appear before him.
Guilt, punishment, prayers—all have lost their meaning.
On a rainy night, he asks himself this question in front of a mirror.
—"Am I a human, or... am I someone abandoned by God?"
As the chains of memory snap, the truth about the name Rin begins to surface.
—"Who am I? Why...?"
Now that I've lost the life that should have been perfect, what do I live for?
This question has echoed in my mind for some time.
Everything keeps repeating, but I can never forget.
It's hazy, like a mist, hard to grasp.
I don't know how much longer I'll have to be a "tool."
A week after the incident, the police finally arrived at the scene and began their investigation.
At that time, I—Fake Rin—and my colleagues had already started analyzing the DNA.
The fire scene was in a remote place, but fortunately, we found many DNA samples.
When I learned that an innocent person had been killed in that rainy night, I felt immense pain.
But the identity of the perpetrator remained vague, like a shadowy illusion in my mind.
This wasn't just a murder.
It felt like an experiment conducted by those who had lost their humanity.
I was terrified.
So much so that I didn't even know what I was afraid of.
It was a psychological wound carved deep into my heart, shackling my freedom .
And then I heard it.
It wasn't a coincidence that we went to "that fire scene."
It seemed someone had anonymously tipped off the organization.
But that organization lacked a humanitarian heart.They were just machines.Cold and unfeeling, they simply followed orders.
"Who called?"
Dispatched to the scene just to confirm that one single question .
I couldn't help but feel empty.
I couldn't remember anything, not their appearance or their face.
I couldn't even remember the voice on the phone.
I suddenly realized how foolish and abnormal I had been.
And then...
My friend appeared.
As if he was born from nothing.
"It's okay."
His words gradually calmed my trembling.
But even that moment felt hazy, like a dream.
Was he really here? Or was it just an illusion?
When I picked up the DNA sample report, my heart felt like it was about to burst.
Pain ran down my spine.
And then... I remembered. The "fire" fifteen years ago.
No, it wasn't a "fire."
It was a "tragedy."
I remember nothing about what happened afterward.
Why? Why can't I remember anything...?
Fake Rin held his head.
Not in pain. Only silent tears fell.
He cried alone, where no one could see.
These weren't tears of weakness.
They were tears of a beginning, a mix of liberation and despair.
--I remembered a person.
"Rin ran away. Along with the dictators."
They worshipped Rin.
Hearing those words, I felt nothing.
But seeing the number of DNA samples, something deep in my chest tightened.
--They loved Rin.
Rin was a "dictator."
I thought I had grown up, but
Perhaps somewhere in my heart, I remained exactly as I was fifteen years ago.
Just like the children who escaped the orphanage.
--"Fire"... yes, that fire.
"He was the light for me. He... can't be dead."
Am I a dictator, or am I the "chains" preventing Rin's lies from happening?
In December, I stood on the rooftop of a high-rise building with glass walls.
In my hand was a glass-breaking tool.
I didn't know why I was there.
Was it suicide, or... to end it all?
It started to rain.
Rain—as if washing away the flames.
I cried.
Not tears of weakness.
Tears filled with pity and fear.
Deep in my mind, distorted memories surfaced.
Not relief, but more confusion.
"...What are you doing? Weren't you supposed to be a 'protector'?"
A voice called out.
I turned around, and it was him.
His expression was calm. But deep down, I caught a glimpse of sadness.
I cried.
I didn't know if it was joy or despair.
I saw the fire.
The scene of him dying in the sea of flames.
He didn't cry.
But his eyes were marked with pain, yet he still tried to protect me.
--So, he really did that...
"If you don't protect me, then I will protect you.
Let's go together."
...You? Don't make me laugh.
You're already dead.
I'm not afraid anymore.
But my body trembled.
I looked at him.
For the first time in my life, I looked straight ahead.
"I... am a coward. I ran away and left you behind.
Do you plan to let me go? Or do you want to lock me in an illusion?"
Not out of anger or hatred.
Just exhausted eyes.
I could never forget that death.
The burning hands, the shattered face.
The "reality" hidden deep in my memory.
And then I accepted it.
He was dead.
--His name was Rin.
"You are neither friend nor foe.
It's all an illusion I created, the 'perfect enemy'."
I stood before the mirror.
Rain as if cleansing my sins.
I turned around, and Rin—no, "he"—was holding a gun.
His eyes trembled with fear.
I laughed.
Foolishly, innocently.
--Is this happiness?
With trembling hands, I touched the mirror.
At that moment, he shielded me.
A gunshot. Light. Silence.
And then The plan succeeded.
__Rin's plan is certain to succeed.
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