You were very ill. A few weeks ago, your only soul close to you passed away - your friend.

— a year later—

Who says death is the end? The end is mental, but physically you have to work. Ironically, you went to the same job where your friend worked.

Some kind of lieutenant. Stuffy idiot. That's what you thought until you started working with him for half a year.

— After that, I wear this mask. Are you happy? Simon said, rolling his eyes and lighting a cigarette.

"Very serious," you said sarcastically.

— Ha. Simon said the only thing and ruffled your hair. Something's locked you in. Because just now, you didn't see Simon, but that friend of LOOK LIKE HIM.