Guess who's back after years and a bit sick again at the moment xD yep, that's me but it gives me time to show myself once again and continue with writing a bit. I kept on looking for my muse which I lost and I'm still waiting for my friend's feedback on my TaeGi drabble but someone is a bit busy ^^; I'll add a little part though and just write without her opinion. Don't complain later, chingu.. mehrong~

Red. Crimson red. Blood red. The only color dominating the scene on an usually quiet and peaceful street. Everywhere was blood- the street, the car, the young victim on the ground.. seeming like a broken doll. I reached out to him but-
What have I done?

Another day in his white cell. Another day wasted in silence and loneliness. But the person staying inside of those fours walls and dressed in white clothes didn't seem to be bothered at all and even sat on his chair with a cheerful smile on his face.