At one end of the room was a small desk. He had a laptop and a few books on him. There were two bookshelves right behind it. The floor-to-ceiling windows filled the night light. It had a large wardrobe and a two-seater armchair to sit next to it. The bedroom was larger than the living room.
I should have slept while the pain in my back was starting to go away a little bit. I reached for the night lamp and turned it off. I tucked my arms under the pillow for a more comfortable position.
I didn't want to think about what had happened, but every time I closed my eyes, each of the cheers echoed in my ears, and Kuzgun's demonic face would not leave me alone.
I was afraid as the face of the man who was waiting with a hot iron on my head flashed in my mind. I didn't want to cry, but the pain in my throat was holding me back.
