I thought I was the protagonist. I believed the entire world revolved around me. But I wasn't the protagonist. Of course, this world already had its own protagonist. My childhood friend, with whom I grew up, received the title of Hero and became the protagonist of this world, while I was falsely accused of being a traitor. I barely avoided being branded a traitor thanks to the testimony of my friend, the Hero. But through this incident, I realized one thing: I was merely a tool, a pedestal meant to make him shine brighter. "I need to leave." Leaving was the only thing I could do.