Day 7

The producer first gave me some Melatonin, it worked nothing on me. So I moved on to Ambien. Somehow during this process, I lost the sense of taste and hunger.

"What really happened?" he asked, "insonmia doesn't just appear. Not to mention you haven't eaten for three days."

"Right, but it's too astonishing for me even to just think about it. So I use all my energy to surpress the urge of resurrecting the thought of the event." I replied weakly.

"so I guess the job and all the travels involved came for a reason and probably at the right time." he gave me a concern smile.

"yes, I guess so." I answered, "though...it will also involve a city where I left my heart behind."

Midnight, day 7 just began, my body finally crashed on me. I am glad and it is the re-opening.