“Kyungsoo.” He turns to Lay, who is lying in a fetal position next to him on the cold tiled-floor. His white collar is hidden under his neck, covering the number ‘10’ from view.

“Yeah?”

“What do you think about ‘freedom’?”

He only manages to give a bitter smile to the older man. Only Lay can come up with ridiculous thoughts and questions.

“‘Freedom’ is a luxury for us, Lay,” says Xiumin from across the room and everyone’s eyes turn to him. His fingers are on his collar, touching the number ‘99’ as if he can make it disappear. “There is no thought about it for people like us.”

Kyungsoo’s hands clench on his lap that the chain he has been holding bend a little from his strength. ‘Freedom’ is a luxury. No one can say it better than Xiumin, the oldest of them all.

Even today, even today

I’ll never, never go back

The rule that only I know

I will change it