It was late at night, and the street lights on each roof created a cozy feeling. In a pitch-black room. A man stood by the door to the ground. He stood there, his lifeless gaze fixed on the sky above. No one knew what he was thinking; they only saw him sigh and shake his head.
At the man's feet were countless cigarette butts. The man's eyes were filled with blood. It's been two days, and Andrew hasn't slept. His body was almost disintegrating, but he was still waiting. Wait for the person to come to tell him the news he wants to hear the most.
At that moment, the door to the room was opened. Benedict looked at the dark room, stretched out his hand and couldn't see five fingers, and frowned. Look at Andrew in front again. Benedict noticed that Andrew was also looking at him. Benedict's ha
