Chapter 4

The darkness has resurfaced for me. I know there is a lamp in his room, so I'm curious why he dislikes turning it on.

"Why is your room so dark?" I wonder. He might think I'm nervous. I'm simply curious. I wouldn't dare come here if I didn't have autophobia.

"I don't like it," he said. He laid me down in bed, so with a blanket wrapped around my body, I looked at the direction of his voice.

He was looking out the window, which was wide open, allowing fresh air to enter. It was extremely cold due to the strong wind caused by the approaching rain and from the air conditioner.

Mr. Shein is leaning against his window. I couldn't see his face, but I could make out its shape thanks to the flashes of lightning.

He's facing sideways from where I was, so I could see how pointed his nose was. I can also see his long eyelashes and the smoke from cigarettes coming from his mouth.

He's smoking. He isn't dressed, so I can see a glimpse of his body as well. I just lay here, watching him, who was obse