“Welcome to my humble abode”. Says the lying liar.
I believe that eighty percent of the world’s problems would be solved if we just started randomly hunting rich people.
Rich people are the minority, and we the poor ones are the majority— we outnumber them by a hundred to one. We can definitely eradicate them.
“Is there a reason why you’re staring at my house like you’re trying to set it on fire?”. Miyamura asks, smirking at me from the doorstep where he stands.
I know he knows what I’m thinking.
He has this weird ability to figure out my thoughts. It’s irritating.
“Would it burn?”. I’m seriously considering it— I should just set it on fire.
I should just burn it and be done with it. I could even burn him too.
Miyamura tilts his head at me in amusement. “Careful Sorahiko, yo
