I Became the Drug-Addicted Childhood Friend

One thing I know for sure.
I know that my drug tolerance is extremely high.
That’s the one thing I’m sure of.

I’ve decided not to go outside.
Shihu might try to erase my memory again with drugs.
How did we get to this point?

Memory-erasing drugs.
Drugs.
Drugs.
Drugs.

When did Shihu start using drugs like this?
I don’t know.
My drug tolerance has even rejected the memory-erasing drug.

I wonder how many times Shihu has used it on me.
Would one time be enough for my tolerance to build against the memory-erasing drug?
Or maybe, I don’t know, he’s used it on me countless times...
How many times has he erased my memory?

What did I do wrong?
I can’t remember, and that’s the problem.
What I remember right now isn’t everything.

Anyway, Shihu tried to erase my memory.
Did I lose half of it?
How would I know?

Shihu must have some kind of plan.
But if he’s going to erase my memory again, I’d suggest doubling the dose.

My memory’s a mess, but I know this:
I need drugs.
Not the memory-erasing kind, but the kind that keeps me from feeling bad.
And for that drug, I’ll do anything.@@novelbin@@

Shihu gives me the drugs.
So, I’ll stay as he wants.
What Shihu wants is for me to live quietly, as if I’m dead.

But still, this is strange.
Why is Shihu doing such weird things?

"I’m sure someone was with you..."

Shihu was with someone.
Let me try to remember.
A blurry image comes to mind.

"Ah, white hair..."

I feel like I could remember more, but it’s not coming back.
Even with my drug tolerance, I couldn’t block all the effects.

Yes, white hair.
It feels oddly familiar.

"White..."

Memories from the past flash by.
I know this person.
I definitely know them.