It's a dark cave-like place. Reminiscent of an iron bridge buried in the soil. I should have come here in search of something. But I can not remember. Things that should be called junk are scattered. If it is food, it is completely rotten. Tools and machines are useless. As with my friends, they aren't bad guys. Harsh tsk-tsking, just a sigh of disappointment. Suddenly, a hole of light opens in the back of the dark. From the hole, the arm which scrapes the soil is seen and hidden. Who is it? It is only certain that we are not friends. Is it an enemy? If so, we will be killed. Will I have the power to resist? I don't know. Judgment is also lost. Does it make sense to keep me alive like this? I feel that it has no meaning. Isn't it just fishing junks in the dark? Someone enters from the hole of the light which spreads. The black figure gets bigger and bigger. I turn my gaze. Don't show my hostility. I feel the radiant heat of the intruder's thigh on my back. The sound of the shoes kicking junks and crushing them. That's it. I can not hear the voices of my friends. Everyone would round their backs, bow to the corner of the darkness and hide from the eyes of the intruder. Before long, the intruder leaves the hole of light. As if there were only junks here, he left an unpleasant tongue and a sigh of disappointment.
