In the city center, there's a high-rise duplex apartment.
The night is deep.
The temperature outside is already very low, and the air conditioning is running inside, making a very slight humming noise.
The room is pitch black, intense like the most realistic oil painting, yet in the deepest part hides a trace of pale moonlight.
In front of the circular window, a small figure sits with knees hugged to chest, back against the wall.
Sounds of an engine come from downstairs.
The silent, motionless small figure gives a slight shiver.
A few minutes after the sound of the engine fades away, clearly indicating that the driver has left, the door of the room is opened.
The fresh scent of the hallway's air freshener mixes with the smell of alcohol, hitting the nose and inducing nausea.
The light is suddenly turned on with a smack.
"Why didn't you turn on the light?"
