"Ranz."
Randell looked around the empty room and searched for the voice who softly called his name.
"Here, here, I am here." The person behind the quiet voice is trying her best not to be heard outside the room.
Randell looked up at the ceiling and saw a small crack and a brown eye which was peeping through it.
"How did you get there?" he asked while hurriedly moving the bed to reach the ceiling.
The room he is in is quite empty, a bed made of foam without a frame is the only thing inside the gloomy room.
Randell, who is 18 years old, is once again locked inside a room with no windows. He didn't know why his parents traditionally locked him in this prison-like room every full moon, but he thought that his parents were only doing this because it was part of their weird way of disciplining their child.
