Darkness.
Darkness.
Darkness.
That was it, that was all around him. He was unable to see, unable to hear, unable to speak, and unable to feel.
Yet, his thoughts were intact, together and precise as one.
'So that's it... I did it, didn't I?'
Amid the darkness, he suddenly remembered an event he wished had never happened. An incident his impulsive nature had led him to partake in.
If anything, that day was far from pleasant, or beautiful. It was a day where the weather decided to take a twist for a turn, rain pouring down heavily, just like a storm, wind strong and gusty, and the clouds dark and bitter, as if mourning the unfortunate passing away of the dead.
It was exactly three and a half months since Kwan's second appearance at their home, exactly three and a half months since Eva was struck down by the same person.
