That was the last time Yugeum came by this room.
And that happened five days ago.
The door behind me slides open with a creak, followed by the all familiar thumps of footsteps hitting the ground.
In the split second when the old lady slices the door open, a wave of loud chattering is what I can make up coming from downstairs.
The lady's movements are cautious as she nears the bed. It's followed by a metal clank and a subtle shuffle of the sheets.
After that little visit from Yugeum, the routine went back to normal with the old lady bringing me food once again.
Not that I'm against it. I'd rather have her than that i***t of a person coming here. She's not a woman of words. That's one thing for sure. And her job's most probably only to make sure I stay put and bring me food.
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