บท 77: Next Level

That morning.

At the sight of dawn, Belen haggardly walks out into the balcony, "it's cold," she soullessly whispers underneath her breath.

"I can't sleep…" she tightens her grip on the balcony rails, "my insomnia is only getting worse," she furiously grits her teeth while staring aimlessly at the puzzled pale sky.

"…K-Keebo," she says sadly, her eyes desperately wandering around the sky in search of him. Silent tears stream down her delicate face. In agony, she struggles to make out a sentence, "keuh!" she huffs, slumping her shoulder, "each time I close my eyes, that memory repeats itself. The things those disgusting men made me do…and last night's event too. That perverted old man violated my hand. I felt like tearing my arm apart...."