Realizing that he might take me away, I clenched my hands and poked my palms with my fingertips to keep me conscious.

Before long, the elevator door opened, and he held me up. It was bumpy all the way. I thought I would be thrown into the car, then taken to some dark room, and finally interrogated. It had happened before.

But when a strong chill hit me in the face, I got a little sobered by the coldness.

Although the weather in September was cold, it was not so cold that all my bones could feel it. It was almost below zero.

A word popped into my head, "Morgue!"...