บท 8: Chapter 8

I watch the footage of Christopher Black over and over again until my vision begins to blur. Inside my head, I have his movements memorized. The way his head tilts slightly as he walks, long dark hair messily ruffled on top of his head. In the footage, he's sporting a dark beard, grown out for a while. I can't help but notice how he reminds me so much of Calvin... the smooth movements, the confidence he oozes.

Christopher Black is always dressed immaculately, in a clean, crisp suit and tie. I can't make out any of his facial features as he always seems to know where the camera is pointing. His head is always bowed down, staring at the floor to keep hidden.