A single room is a rather depressing place, although you have long since decided that it is better than overly noisy neighbors. White walls, a bed, even quite soft, you have a sketchbook in your hands, and next to you is a pencil case full of markers and pencils. "I'm not a child," you said to yourself as you drew a picture on the topic the doctor suggested to you. You didn’t want to, you didn’t see the point in it, but you drew it, just so the doctor would leave faster. You became even more irritable after you were admitted to the rehabilitation center. Although, to be honest, you didn’t become more aggressive because of this.

"If you had a man tied up in front of you who had hurt you the most, and you had a gun with ten bullets in your hand, how many bullets would be left unused?"

This is the question Hawks asked you before he handed you over to the nurses. And honestly? You still haven't found an answer, even though it's been 3 weeks and Keigo is supposed to visit you today.