No matter how hard I made an effort, how I strived to get back to sleep, I just couldn't. It was as if something had been used to wipe away the remaining sleep in my eyes. When the first light of dawn appeared, I gave up the attempt and simply slid out of bed.
My gaze dropped back to Maria who was still sleeping peacefully. How in the world could someone be such a heavy sleeper that they wouldn't even know when they were about to be murdered in their sleep?
In a way, however, she could be forgiven for not knowing. The stranger hadn't made a single sound ever since he entered the room. Even his footsteps were soundless and his breathing, muted.
Even after trying so hard though, even after playing and replaying all the scenes that had happened ever since I was captured two months ago,
