It Was My Friend
He had once imagined all sorts of things for his child's future.
The child was still so young...
He laughed at himself for being so impatient.
But he had never imagined...
That fate would be even more impatient than he was.
His child hadn't yet experienced enough of the world...
And had already left it too soon.
Old Meng's eyes flew open.
What was he looking at?!
A little girl... and beside her...
A monster?!
Old Meng's face darkened in an instant.
He rushed over.
Then he realized...
Wait.
This wasn't the monster he'd seen beside his son.
Old Meng was surprised, and a little disappointed.
So there was more than one monster...
?
Even if it wasn't the same monster...
It was still a monster.
Old Meng raised his hand high.
Monsters...
Should be driven away.
Should be... destroyed.
Old Meng didn't know if he had the ability to destroy a monster.
But at least...
He could drive it away.
Back then, because of the cowardice in his heart—
It was a monster, after all.
And with what he'd been through...
Nobody else had seen the monster.
Only he had.
So he told himself...
The monster wasn't real.
It was an illusion.
And he let himself ignore it.
The price was...
His child's life.
He wouldn't make the same mistake again.
All monsters...
Deserved to die!
Unfortunately,
Old Meng was stopped.
There were two of them.
He couldn't break free.
In that case...
He'd give up for now.
It wasn't his child.
And this wasn't the monster that had caused his child to die...
Although Old Meng hated monsters, he didn't feel that same fierce obsession toward all of them.
Nor did he feel such