I woke up again in a room similar to the one I visited a dozen years ago. Hospital. I'm still not dead? Does this mean that I am still given a chance to improve? Or just enjoying torment after torment due to my past sin?
My eyes flickered in pain adjusting the light that had not approached my eyes for a long time. I looked around and suddenly I forgot myself.
"Wh..who..who..u!" I shouted hoarsely and frantically. I still haven't forgotten what brought me here. I was again traumatized by seeing strange men.
Panic overtook me. My adrenaline is triggering. Not caring that my body was actually still very weak, I removed the drip that was attached and tried to run. I have to save myself. I didn't understand what that guy meant at all, I just focused on my fear. My mind stirred, I was in two
