The wind on the mountaintop blew all night.
At dawn, Griffin came down.
The world was unusually quiet. The fog that had clouded his mind for seven years had been blown away completely by the night wind.
The hospital.
Griffin pushed open the door to the ward.
Vivian was sitting by the window, enjoying a fresh manicure from her assistant.
"Griffin, you're back?"
She stood up and tried to take his arm.
He sidestepped. Her hand froze in midair. Her smile froze too.
Behind him, a lawyer and two police officers walked in.
Vivian's face went pale in an instant.
"Griffin... what is this?"
Griffin didn't look at her. He simply handed a document to the lead officer.
"Vivian Lane. Suspected of identity fraud, forgery of identity documents, and intentional harm."
His voice was calm, with
