Arriving at the penthouse, Casey rested in the living room. She sat there staring at the atmosphere of her new homestay, which had a monochrome nuance dominated by modern white, cream, and metallic furniture, and the walls were glass walls with white curtains.
"Do you like the atmosphere here?" asked Michael who was sitting in the gray chair opposite Casey.
"Yeah, it's nicer than my old house," Casey replied.
Michael frowned. "That means you remember how your old house was?" he asked.
"No, I don't remember," Casey answered immediately, remembering that she was faking amnesia. "I just saw a few pictures of you with me at the house and I thought it wasn't good. It's better here," she explained.
Michael sighed, then looked at the view from outside which was so clear because the curtains on the glass wall had been opened.
