Maël was still walking around the room, half-naked, but wore her own face.
Her usual deep black eyes, with dark features contouring her otherwise pale visage.
She had undone Mori's gag, but he remained silent.
His eyes following Maël provocatively walking around, yet his mind wasn't set on her at all.
It was like watching a car crash, he couldn't look away.
While his eyes emptily followed her around, he was reminiscing.
About the good old days.
Were they good, however?
He recalled the good moments, and the worst ones, but what was this feeling?
Ah.
Shame.
It was weird, wasn't it, how they searched his house from top to bottom looking for 'files' his mother could've left there.
And why would they keep her on life-support when they could treat her? Was fairness really an issue, if she was their most prized employee, that made them rich beyond their wildest dreams?
