บท 222: Volume IV - Chapter 67: A Person Without a Purpose

"Hey, hey, hey! Get back, get back! Don't go near the flames!"

As the voices from outside echoed like a whisper in the huge bedroom, I slowly moved to the single armchair, slowly.

I pulled a long needle from my waist and started twirling it in my hand, just as a shaky voice echoed through the room. Then I sat calmly on the couch, ignoring my surroundings.

"W- What do you want?!"

I lifted my eyes up and looked where the voice came from, at the big bed in the center of the room.

A man was there, naked, with the duvet covering his lower back. He was sweating, his eyes darting here and there, looking for a way out.

I whispered in a low voice, completely oblivious to his futile efforts.

"Guess."

The man looked fearfully at the woman lying next to him, just like him. The only difference was that her eyes were closed and she was lying down.

He tried to wake her up, sought her out. But she never opened her eyes.