"You've committed a crime that I will never forgive, Mr Zeryon Drax," the paparazzi said, as he was looking at Zeryon as if he was a snake ready to peck his prey.
"Stop talking nonsense. What crimes have I been committed against you?" Zeryon asked.
The paparazzi man stepped toward the old cupboard. He took the old newspaper and gave it harsly to Zeryon.
"Remember this!" he said.
Zeryon snatched the newspaper from Blair Dekham's grasp and opened the sheet of newspaper. On the front page it displayed the news about a girl who died at an art show.
"You remember, don't you? Don't tell me you've forgotten what happened five years ago." Blair Dekham persisted in pushing Zeryon.
Zeryon's leg muscles felt weak. His head was half bowed with a dreamy look. He recalled the young girl, who used to come to see his performance.
"This girl, who is she? Do you know her well?" Zeryon asked.
