Reflections
About Strategy

Me and the ghost walked together, lifting my gray umbrella, looking worn out by the often hostile weather. We walked slowly through the hallway lined by rows of houses. The sky was overcast above us, and it rained quite heavily, making the atmosphere even more tense.

"You said that, but do you have a plan?" ask the ghost with a skeptical face.

Of course, first I'll hide around his house, then I'll ambush him when I get home. I finally strangled him to death.

"Son, don't you really think your plan will work? And why are you always so obsessed with strangling people?" said the ghost with a bitter tone.

But anyway, my plan is now to go to Rico's house, to find out his weaknesses. Maybe he had a fear of cockroaches, or something.

"You're sure he's that type of person?" ask the ghost.

I got in front of Rico's house. If the address given by the real teacher, this should be the right place. I walked, to sneak and hide behind the bushes and shade under the trees.

You hide there.

"You forget I'm invisible to people?" she said with a seductive tone.

No, actually I just don't want to see your face.

Suddenly, a woman appeared, perhaps in her mid-thirty years. His voice was soft as he spoke, "Search what deck?”

Oh hell. Caught.

“You know, if you don't try to hide, it might not be noticed,” said the ghost.

“Ah, don't-don't you be Rico's friend huh? He's tutoring right now, but he should be home in a minute" he said.

This is Rico's mother, apparently..So, she's taking tutoring huh?

“If you can know, he tut where ya aunt?” I asked while trying to smile.

“Oh, he entered in FR near the square – square, ”he replied.

"Haha, sorry aunt. I was just passing by. Next time, I'll stop by again" I said politely.

"Oh, yes, I did" replied Rico's mother.

“Where's your house? Wait a minute, aunt anterin first,” bargain while taking a step into the house to take the car keys.

"Ah, no need to bother auntie," I refused, taking a step to get out of the house.

Okay, now it's time to run. But before I could leave, he said again.

"Rico is a shy kid, so it's kind of hard for him to make friends." Rico's mother smiled with kindness. "It's good with Rico."

I don't know what's going on. Should I feel sympathy?

"That's right," I murmured inwardly. How could Rico be like that? Where is the error? I feel more confused.

The sky began to rain down with a fine drizzle, but I had long since left her house. Water droplets fell on the roofs of buildings, filling the air with fragrant wet soil.

Did you ask me about my plan? Maybe your mind reading isn't that deep, huh?

"Fuckin' asshole, you want to go after his mom?" said the ghost slightly, his eyes looking at me sharply.

If you can't find your child, find the person closest to you. Isn't that natural? …Luckily I don't have one, he won't be able to reply.

Sometimes, reality is not fun. I felt like I was trapped in a circle. I don't want to be part of that cycle, but it's hard to get out of that circle.

You don't have to glare at me like that, I have a little plan, even though I'm not sure it works out. Nervousness tickled my stomach as I conveyed my meaning.

“Yeah? Tell me,” he said in a curious tone. His face was serious, a little more friendly this time.