The exact sound of siren that we always hear everytime troubles are around is being heard around me. The cold is touching my skin while the light from the sun is hurting my eyes. They covered me in blanket, that makes me felt so cold than what I am feeling 30 minutes ago.
They were interviewing me, searching the house, searching for any possible reason why he is dead, investigating who he is, how he died and interrogating me of what is my relationship to the man that they just found dead, I just found dead.
There were few people who are in here, because not so many people lives here, in this woods, not so many people even kne that there is someone living here, behind the woods. Taht there is ahouse built in here, in the woods.
"Do you need anything sir?" A police woman office ask me and
