The night was cold and the ward was still.
There was no sound.
It was so quiet that Chu Yi could only make out the sound of his own heart thundering against his chest,
1.....2.....3.....4...
Ba-dump. Ba-dump...Ba-dump
He counts time in tune with his heartbeat.
It's 11:35.
There was still twenty-five minutes left,
This feeling of recording time with his heartbeat was familiar to him, but he couldn't remember what made him like this, nor what he had been waiting for so desperately for that he tracked every passing second.
5....6....7....
The bathroom was still leaking.
The red blood-stains on the floor couldn't be removed no matter what. The dead cat symbolized something sinister.
8....9....10....
It's time.
Red eyes snapped open, glowing like a bloodthirsty beast ready for the hunt!