"Do you want to be free?"
"...Huh?"
"I'll ask again, do you want to be free?"
"..."
Darwin frowned.
Then, he immediately opened his eyes.
"I do!"
But it was too late.
The dream had ended.
"...Was it just a dream?"
Recently, he had been having a strange dream.
In that dream, Darwin met that person, a person who always asked him the same question.
But unfortunately, Darwin had never seen that person's face.
Because that person was too bright, to the point of being blinding.
In comparison, Darwin was just a lowly person, always hiding in the shadows.
"Heh."
Recalling that dream, he couldn't help but laugh at himself.
"Freedom?"
Far-fetched.
Then, he glanced at the room he grew up in.
A shabby place, shrouded in darkness because there were no windows.
Just like Darwin's life.
Always cut off from the light.
Compared to the children who grew up in the slums, Darwin's life could be considered okay.
