"....."
I looked blankly at the ceiling of the hotel room. The night lamp flickered on and off as I kept pushing the button.
My body sank deep within the bed, lying comfortably.
A full day had passed since I met that weird man named Sam.
A new morning had arrived, but I kept myself holed up in the room, lacking the strength to walk out.
"....What was that?" I mumbled to myself, feeling increasingly tired.
No matter how much I tried to understand what had happened to me, I just couldn't.
At that time I felt like my chest was burning, and a voice kept echoing in my mind.
A voice that felt distant yet close.
A voice I didn't recognize but felt like I should.
But the more I looked at that portrait, the more it gave me a familiar sense of déjà vu from the depths of my memories.
"What was that?"
I asked again, but not to myself, rather to El.
[...I don't know. I can't see what's going on in your mind.]
