Chapitre 88: The Reason Why...

Snow falls from the sky, they always fall every year slowly at the beginning of the season. That's when children stay outside to play in the white, cold snow. They run around, laugh with each other and enjoy the time with their friends.

But not this 8-year-old boy with purple hair, who sat alone and watched the children play in the park near his house.

He didn't have any friends because he didn't know how to make friends, his heterectomous eyes staring blankly at each screaming child running after his other friends.

"Hello," greeted a girl who looked about the same age as him.

The boy turned his head and saw the girl sitting next to him.

"Why are you staying quiet?" the girl asked.

"I don't know, they don't ask me to play," he replied rather sadly.

The girl continued to stare at him. She then extended her hand to Fein. "My name is Monica, how about you? I'm an Omega!" she introduced herself.