It's me. I was born with memory. And I recently found out why I remember how I was born: I was carried for ten months. And [the birth] came as a shock: it is inevitable that such a newborn is filled with indignation. It is unknown where this story came from. But that's exactly what my story is about. The baby is deprived of its former carefree nature. And his mother is to blame for pushing him into the world. You can no longer exist carelessly, you are thrown out, thrown into the world, you are now on your own. That's why this baby kills everyone. This is from my own experience. I am that same baby. I didn't kill anyone, but that's why I'm a writer.