Chen was standing in the middle of the room.

He didn't remember why or how but he was suddenly aware of himself.

A trace of a square item that looked similarly to a base of a bed was imprinted on the floor.

No bed could be seen in the room.

The room was almost bare except for a mirror set on one side.

It looked like the former owner left.

Too bad, he thought. The room was beautiful.

For some odd reason, he also felt at home in this room.

He had no memory of being here.

In fact, he doesn’t remember anything except for the moment he realized that he was standing in this room.

He walked towards the mirror.

Chen suddenly got curious on how he looked.

"Ow." That was the first thing that he said when he looked in the mirror.

He stood in front of it.

There should be a man standing with jet black hair.

He really doesn’t remember but his mind knows.

But no one was standing.

For what seemed like an eternity, something clicked inside his mind.

Chen remembered a memory of himself crying.

There was also a memory of loneliness.

And then pain….

"I am dead." He chuckled bitterly.

Chen remembered another fact about himself….

He died because he wanted to.