I am the only former Houseman in this city who can wake up others. In this world where everything stops, I am the God. Who can move me can move. There are no laws, no powerful organs, only me who can do what I want. But I’m just a demigod. The other half of me is sleeping. I can’t control my desire. In countless dreams, countless times on the way home, I fantasized about the moment I opened the door, the girl I first met, the one who liked to arrange me to dress and eat, the one who liked to use two finger zen, the one who always dragged me to run but couldn’t see it all at once. When I was afraid, I could easily plunge into her arms like a child, and I would stare at me Willing to do the obedient Ouman, will stand in the door to meet me.