Over the past few days, the nights had grown increasingly cold.

I tightened my coat and watched the endless flow of traffic.

At one point, the headlights merged into a fierce beast, seeming to charge towards me.

I knew my hallucinations were returning.

I heard my father's voice:

"You're just not strong enough!"

I heard my former classmates' comments:

"She's just too weak."

"If I were her, I'd have fought back long ago!"

I heard Ryan's voice:

"You're always smiling. How could you be depressed?"

A black Maybach pulled up in front of me, and the window slowly descended.

The man behind the wheel looked at me with deep, intense...