C457 Don't Admit It

"What kind of person should I be?" I mumbled to myself.

But I didn't have an answer of my own. In other words, it wasn't that I didn't have an answer, but that I didn't even want to admit that my answer was correct.

At this moment, that man walked up to me and said, "Do you know who I am?"

"I don't know, and to be honest, I don't even know you."

When I finished, I looked at him