• The woman was sitting in front of a window, Dressed in a just a white dress. Her black hair fell over her face, as the blue under her eyes revealed that she hadn't slept that much in a long time. Her barefeet were resting on the cold stone floor. She almost didn't seem to breath. Her eyes, wandering off to the sky, and to the cars and people outside. She was sitting there, in an empty room, with only two chairs.
    She didn't even looked up when a door opened behind her, and slow steps approached. It was an older man, in a long white coat. His eyes looked at her, starting at her toes, and ending on her face. He looked like her, as confusion was hidden in his eyes. He didn't really knew where to start. He knew this was a hopeless situation.

    “Ayumu, Are you going to tell me what have happened?” The low voice asked her. And he waited patiently for an answer, but he knew he wouldn't get any. He let out a deep sigh as his eyes kept locked on her. “Ayumu. We want you to get better. But you need to tell us what has happened”
    He said again. He found his seat onj the second chair next to him, in front of the window. In his hand he was holding a notebook, and some files about her. He looked out of the window aswell, not planning to leave, before she would've told him her story.

    Her head started to move, looking at the name on his jacket. “Mr. Daiki...” She started talking, quietly and softly. “How did it start?” Mr Daiki asked quietly, as she nodded towards her. Glad she acctually said something. She grinned, it was an evil grin. Her eyes looked towards Mr Daiki. “You don't want to know. Mr. Daiki” she replied, with a low quiet voice. Her eyes stood angry, but evil. He looked back at hair, as his heart skipped a beat. She looked so scary. She stood up, standing there, barefeets. She wasn't that tall. And in a blink of an eye, she had her hand around Mr. Daiki's neck. He gasped, looking at her as his eyes widened. He wanted to say anything but he just couldn't. Her face expression, the look in her eyes. It just made him speechless. He had no idea what to do. He wanted to stand up, push her away from her, But she only tightened her grip. “Well, Mr. Daiki. You still want to know” She asked, as her face came closer to his. Mr. Daiki, not able to talk just nodded almost unseeable. “Good” She pushed him back in the chair when she let go of her neck. She stood in front of the Window again, taking a deep breath. He looked at her, as his hand reached for his neck. He could still feel her fingers on it. He swallowed once, as his eyes looked at her, afraid she would hurt him again. He took a deep breath. He knew it something horrible what had happened in the past year. He looked into the files he was still holding into her hand. Reading it. He swallowed again, as he untightened his tie a little. “Well.. I eeh..” He looked away from her. Coughing once, it was obvious that he was being nervous. Ayumu knew and she laughed. An evil laugh.