"In a single day, I had killed both of my
parents.They lay before me--lifeless."
"Their bodies drenched in blood."
"So was mine."
"I didn't know what to do.Fear gripped me."
"I ran."
"Not away from the house.But inside it."
"I had to find her.My sister."
"I searched everywhere."
"Under the bed, where we used to hide-
where we used to feel safe from our parents."
"Nothing."
"Inside the bathroom, where we hid when our father beat our mother."
"Nothing."
"Every corner, every dark place where we had once sought shelter."
"Nothing."
"She was nowhere.I couldn't find her."
"No matter how much I searched."
"She was already gone."
"I was crying. I was depressed. I killed them
But they killed my sister. She died because
of me. I was the reason she suffered."
"The reason scars covered her back. The reason her curly black hair became worn and
lifeless. The reason her beautiful golden
eyes were filled with fear, pain, and tears."
"As these thoughts consumed me, I desperately searched for my sister. But she was nowhere to be found."
"Our house was locked, and I didn't know if she was outside or not. All I knew was that my father had buried her somewhere. But I had no idea where."
"I spent two nights in that house, screaming and crying."
"I wanted to end it all, but I couldn't."
"I was too weak."
"All I could do was remember my sister. The depression consumed me as I replayed the dream we once shared,"
"A dream where we escaped together, where I could see her beautiful smile every day."
"But now, that dream was nothing more than a shattered memory. It could never come true. I lost my sister. I lost everything."
"I just wanted someone to take my life. I wanted my parents to return, to beat me until I no longer felt anything. I just wanted to die."
"A day later, the police broke down the door. They found the corpses."
"Someone must have reported it, though I don't know who."
"If there was someone nearby, why didn't they help us while we were dying every day? Why wait until it was too late to report it?"
"I didn't understand any of it. I hid under my bed, trying to escape everything."
"The police searched the entire house, and when they found me under the bed, I was passed out, overwhelmed by the stress and mental toll of everything that had happened."
"When I opened my eyes, I was in a room, lying on a bed. My hands and legs were tied down. Panic surged through me."
" In the corner of the room, a man sat, writing in a diary with a blue cover."
"I didn't know what he was writing, but fear gripped me."
"Was he going to torture me?"
"He stopped writing and looked at me. Then, he got up and walked toward me."
" Fear tightened in my chest, and I squeezed my eyes shut. I felt the bed shift as he sat beside me."
"I know everything that happened to you," he said gently.
"You've been here since yesterday. Two days have passed since the incident."
His voice was calm, but his words cut deep.
"I know you couldn't find your sister," he continued. "But you're not ready to face the outside world yet."
"Before I could say anything, he spoke over me."
"I'm not going to hurt you. No one here will," he said firmly. "I'm going to untie your hands and legs, but you have to promise me—you won't do anything reckless."
"I nodded without hesitation. His words were exactly what I had been desperate to hear. Without a second thought, I chose to believe him."
"He quickly untied my hands and legs. I sat up on the bed, and he took a seat beside me."
"You're going to be transferred to a place that's both nice and challenging, The COH" he said.
"You need to grow stronger—to become someone who can fit into society. This is your chance to improve yourself. And when you're ready, you'll be able to go outside and find your sister's grave."
"Then, I was transferred here."
"Before I left, he told me he would meet me again on the day of my release."
"The chief of this facility seems like a kind man in his sixties. During a meeting in the massive atrium, they assigned a guard to each of us. There were strict notices of punishment for everyone here."
"The guard assigned to me handed me my notice—12 months of solitude."
" But there was a condition."
"If I improved my mental and physical health early, I would get the chance to attend an assessment sooner. And if I passed, I would be allowed back into the city."
"My room was nice, but it felt empty."
"Missing something. Or rather, someone. The person I adored most. My sister."
" Without her, my life felt hollow. I loved her more than anything."
"In my room, there were two books and two notebooks."
"The books were simple, filled with principles for improving mental and physical health. They were dense with text, but I finished reading them within a month."
"From the second month, I began focusing on my physical improvement."
"The book outlined many techniques, but in summary, it emphasized one key principle."
"Exercise daily, track my limits, and gradually push past them. Only by doing this could I truly improve my physical strength."
"I followed the book's instructions exactly."
"After a month, I could feel my physical strength improving. Encouraged by the progress, I continued for another month, and my body grew even stronger."
"But my mind was still in turmoil. My mental health hadn't improved as much as my physical strength."
"So, I turned back to the book's guidance on mental well-being. In essence, it emphasized meditation."
"Focusing on my breath, inhaling and exhaling with awareness, and learning to be present in the moment."
"I meditated for a week, but it didn't help. Every day, I hoped it would bring some kind of change, some improvement—but nothing happened."
"The book claimed that meditation was the key to mental growth, but I started to doubt if it was enough."
"So, I decided to approach it in my own way, meditating based on my own understanding."