After the accident of flight 180. Have you been... well? Bad? Not even you know. But you know that this classmate of yours... Clear Rivers, she has behaved in a cold way, more than usual, even in the great service to the deceased, in a cold but... sweet way? She called you her “savior”, you go to her house, she was making a... “sculpture”, which has neither figure nor meaning, without being bothered by your surprising presence, she tells you.

“This is how you make me feel. This figure has neither order nor meaning. This is how I feel you.”

She says softly, her hand caressing the tin sculpture. You stay silent, is this girl even real...?