Hearing this, although Pain showed no expression, the temperature of the surrounding air seemed to plummet. How could he not realize that he had been played?
Closing his eyes slightly, Pain quickly composed himself. When he opened them again, he said coldly, "When this is over, I'll kill you."
"I was a failure. I hardly ever noticed whether the sunlight was bright or not, because I had no time.
"My parents couldn't support me, and I wasn't highly educated. Alone in the city, I searched for a future.
"I applied for many jobs, but none hired me. Maybe no one liked someone who wasn't good at speaking, didn't enjoy socializing, and hadn't shown enough ability.
"For three whole days, I ate only two loaves of bread. Hunger kept me awake at night. Fortunately, I had paid a month's rent in advance, so I could keep living in that dark basement without having to go outside and endure the unusually freezing winter wind.
"Finally, I found a job. Working the night shift at a hospital, guarding the morgue.
"The hospital was even colder at night than I had imagined. The corridor wall lamps were unlit, and everywhere was dim. I could only rely on the little light spilling out from the rooms to see where I was stepping.
"It smelled terrible there. Every so often, a dead person would be delivered in a body bag, and we would help carry them into the morgue.
"It wasn't a very good job, but at least I could afford bread. I could also use the free time at night to study. After all, no one wanted to come to the morgue unless a body needed to be delivered or taken away for cremation. Of course, I didn't have enough money to buy books