"The little boy is not dead!" I heard what I said when I came in from the outside just after vomiting on the fifth day of the first year. I cried with wide eyes.

"little seven, don't you scare me. The skin of that little boy has been peeled off. Hasn't he died like that?" The fifth day of junior high said unbelievably.

"are you a fool? Can you live if you peel off all your skin?" I suddenly turned a white eye, can I have some common sense?

"didn't you say he wasn't dead?" Murmuring discontentedly on the fifth day of the first year.

"I said that he didn't...