Semua Bab The Devil’s Boy: Bab 21 - Bab 22

The room was uncomfortably quiet again. He stumbled upon the paper by chance. It lay there on a polished desk that looked untouched. The sheets were thick, pristine, definitely not the sort of paper you’d find in a printer, but something more upscale. Next to it, there was a gold-ink pen, a mechanical pencil, and a ruler that felt off in his hand, like it carried memories of things it wasn’t meant for.He was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to mess with any of it. But the door hadn't clicked shut, and he couldn't bring himself to sleep. Lying on the bed made his arms twitch and his body ache for something to do, for something to hold on to.So, he sat cross-legged on the cold floor, placed the paper on the rug, and started to draw.It wasn’t anything special. It wasn’t meant to be. The first thing he sketched was a throat cut open, not because he wanted to, but because that was all his mind could conjure. It didn't ease up; it just forced the image forward, and his hand went along w