He thought back to when he was tossing and turning in bed, and his phone suddenly vibrated. Not many people knew this private number of his. After a few rings, he answered, and a strange female voice came through. At first, he thought it was a misdial.
However, just as he was about to hang up, he vaguely heard a hauntingly familiar voice.
That voice had appeared in his dreams more than once. Despite the passage of many years, the tone and appearance of the other person were vividly etched in his heart.
At the moment the other person spoke, there was an instant where he even thought he was dreaming.
Outside the window, the night was deepening, and the crescent moon, now obscured by thick clouds, was nowhere to be seen.
Tonight, for An Residence, it was destined to be a sleepless night.
***
Morning.
In the crowded ordinary ward, a rich aroma of meat filled every corner of the room.
