I no longer have a home to return to. This small cardboard shelter has become my entire world. A place where I can live freely, undisturbed by anyone. But this life, over time, has grown so lonely that I feel myself beginning to forget who I am. Then one day, a girl in a school uniform appears—passing by daily, perhaps on her way to school, right in front of my cardboard home. She knows I exist. She looks at me with pity, not ignoring me, but deliberately acknowledging my presence. That's unforgivable. Because she forces me to confront my own existence. So punishment is necessary—to make her stop looking, to erase me from her memory. Slowly, methodically, I will make her forget I was ever here.