It appeared out of nowhere. The first thing I generated after my pumping heart was my lungs. My breaths were composed, and I did not palpitate. My diaphragm relaxed and contracted, while my thoracic cavity expanded and inflated. These were fundamentally signs that I was granted a soul. No one gave birth to me. I might have just popped up somewhere in the air, and it seemed like my entire being was inexistent. Then, it alse meant my body was not real since day one. "Hi, my friend. Dear friend- wait, I should name you." There was someone else other than me in the space - merely a room. That particular someone was accosting me, but surely I could not reply to him. Naming me? I did not see its necessity. "From today onwards, your name is Tsuya. It's a derivation from my name." The voic

