P R O L O G U E

He's always been like that.

A talented man who can do anything, an admirable person, irrefutable and undisputed in first place. Always surrounded by grandiose and grandiloquent.

I, who was always behind you, covered in your shadow, had to live my whole life as a second place and was always ignored.

So I tried to be more like you.

Identical mechanical pen.

Identical eraser.

Identical notebook.

Everything similar to you.

But the gap didn't narrowed, it widened.

In the end, I have become a sore second place loser.

After more than a decade, by the time I become numb to everything, I met you again.

"Epp.. Ughh!"

In a more wretched situation.

"How prideful... But in this state, it's futile."

"Ahh.. W-wait-"

"Tsk, shut your mouth."

"Ughhh!"

"Haha.."

I want...

"I'm going insane, really.."

You to fall apart miserably. You who always in the upper hand, I wish I was the one who would push you down.

I'm going to tear you up, and if that time would come. I bring you down.