It only got colder as I lay on the concrete. I felt like I was connected with the ground. Like I always had whenever I visited Chanyeol. He won't talk to me now, but I know what he'd say if he could.

A loud squeaking sounded from the other side of the room, opposite of the window which I was staring out. I turned to the opening where a young man came in, wearing a suit.

He an eerie light that glowed so unnaturally and cold. I covered my eyes with my right hand, which was bruised and bloody.

"Miss Lee?" the man called.

I forced myself to sit up and he helped me into a chair that was rather uncomfortable.

"I brought you your medication," he started, handing me three pills and a glass of water.

I took it reluctantly because I had no other choice. It's not like they made a difference anyway. I still felt pain. I still felt guilt.

"Also, I wanted to ask you a few more questions," he continued.

I didn't respond, so he kept going.

"Why did you do it?"

I smiled, still refusing to reply.

He searched my expression, obviously thinking I'm crazy.

"It's not like I murdered anybody," I said.

He looked down at some paperwork. I so badly wanted to know what he was thinking but he wouldn't give anything away. None of them did. It was like reading a book without sight. Close to impossible.

"On the night that your parents told you whose child you really ar