An endless screaming that reaches out to touch the sadness. He looks out the window only to be confronted by the darkness and subtle sound of rain drops splattering the window. Hidden behind the bed is a figure that looks at him, but the boy doesn't see him. Images of blood staining the room go past through his mind. He shivers and feels like someone's been watching him for quite some time now. He closes the curtains slowly and struts to the restroom. As he was washing his hands, lighting strikes and the lights go off. He screams, and falls to the floor. Something crawls up his legs, scrawny hands tugging his legs. Dragging him to the bath tub, he screams again but it bounces off the confined walls. Then suddenly a shriek, and he is finally let go. The lights flicker back on, and he's disheveled figure shaking endlessly the fear stricken face colorless, tears pooled up in his eyes. He slowly gets up, washes his face and when he looks up he sees a face right next to his from the mirror. He screams again, and the face flickers off view. He quickly runs out of the restroom and runs to the bedroom door. He tries the knob but it's locked, he bangs on the door screaming for help. But there is no answer. After trying until his voice breaks, he realizes with that escaping would be futile. His back hits the door and he slides down onto the floor. His hands shaking he envelops himself and cries. How long he cries he does not know, until his eyes are puffy and red and tears no longer pour out. The lights turn back on, and he stands up gingerly and walks to his bed. The softness of the mattress and the comfort of the blanket do not help the growing fear. But dead tired of everything he sinks into a deep slumber. He sleeps for not very long until he is awoken by the rapid knocks on the door. He hurriedly stand up and runs to the door, and tries the knob only to find it unlocked. Relief courses through his body and he excitedly opens the door. There is a maid that stands with a tray of food in her hands, and white pills that fill up a little corner. "Young Master, your breakfast is served" she says without looking him in the eye. "Jian, please help me get out. Please! I need to get out! I don't belong here!" He exclaims, desperation evident in his voice. The maids expression stays the same but worry and sadness can be detected in her eyes but they leave as soon as they come. "Master Taehyung, your father wants you in here. I am sorry I cannot do anything, I am