I, Simond, the apartment manager.
Once I was a doctor.
Unfortunately, a medical accident cost me my license to practice medicine.
And with that, my future was completely ruined.
No hospital or medical institution in Newdeth City would ever hire a foolish doctor who left gauze inside a patient.
To survive, I had to swallow my pride and take on a more menial job.
Eventually, I became an apartment manager.
The meager salary was just enough for basic living.
I didn't really care about it anymore.
When I lost my pride as a doctor, I had already died.
But then Barra showed up.
The one who made me lose my medical license.
He clearly had forgotten about me.
Yet I still felt a twinge of guilt towards him.
Because of that twinge of guilt, I had drinks with him twice.
It made him think we were friends, and one day, when he was drunk, he actually told me stories about how he and his accomplice were con artists who specialized in tricking people.
Including me.
