His house was his refuge. Even the worries he had would all be stripped off if he stepped past the door.

When he closed his eyes to the noise from the old refrigerator as a lullaby, his body would automatically relax and fall asleep.

However, many things had changed since the disappearance of his sister. His house was no longer a refuge. The closer to his house he went, the higher his heart rate became.

It felt like the density of the air around his house was different, and it felt hard to breathe. He felt like he was better off sleeping in the streets.

Whenever he opened the door, he first opened the windows and observed the street in front of the villa.

He would ardently look for traces of his neighbor for about an hour in front of the window before taking a shower. Then, he would go back to observing.

He had removed the batteries of the clock that his sister gave to him as a present and placed it on the floor. The ticking of the clock was just too much to bear.

He also pulled out the cord for the refrigerator, and it had been like three weeks since he last turned on the TV. He killed all the noise in his house. In the dead still silence, he waited for his neighbor.

Changsik fiddled with the business card that Daecheol gave him before putting it down.

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