It was probably around 10 a.m. at the time. I’d just left the hospital, and I was headed to Yongsoo’s apartment. I already know where it is, mainly because I’d always drop him off after school. This was one of the first times I have ever went further into his apartment than the parking lot downstairs. He told me he lived on floor 12: one of the highest part of the building. “Ding! Floor 12,” the robotic voice of the elevator said. Slowly, I stepped out into the dark halls. The floors were left cleared and waxed, colored in almost a pale orange. The automatic lights of the hallways didn’t seem to turn on, but I didn’t mind it. The sunlight had already been beaming through the tiny windows at the top of the walls. 1214. 1215. 1216. Yongsoo’s room. Cautiously, I tried the lock on the

