Once upon a time, there was a boy living by the fear of losing himself.

Back at the kindergarten, he never had any friends. His world is already full of himself. He didn't even bother to remember any of his classmate names. If there was one person who managed to get into his mind, it was his big brother. The brother obviously was not a good person. The brother would smoke and drink whenever the parents weren't home. The boy however, could tell what's good and what's bad already. So, he asked to his brother. "Why are you doing bad things whenever mom and dad aren't home?"

"Thanks, kid." His brother would answer him. "Sometimes we just can't stop doing bad things, it is how humans are. But, you need to keep reminding them. You need to help them figure out what's good and what's bad."

After fifth year living together, the brother passed away. The boy never really looked up to his brother, he didn't even cry at his funeral. But soon, the incompleteness got to him. He felt something was lost inside, so he tried to take a look at his heart, literally. The parents stopped his nonsensical act, obviously. In the end, the boy took his brother's words to fill the space left empty within him.

The boy grew up and changed, drastically. He grew up watching how humans work, trying to figure out how they rise and how they fall. He grew up watching his parents fight, his older sister being problematic, and himself, being in an existential crisis. Soon, he realized that nothing has changed. Even if he knew what went wrong, he couldn't just change it by himself. He was powerless and stupid, yet he kept his brother's words.

Now, he learned how to love each other. He learned that appreciating the littlest things would make any humans feel satisfied because of it. He learned that he could just live without being himself, no one will find out. So, he tried to keep living with his brother's words, trying to save the image of a person he regretted not knowing better. But yet he wondered, who's going to save him?