“When did you regain your memory?”

The doctor stood beside me, watching the raging inferno.

“During the examination that day, or... from the beginning...”

I didn’t respond.

The doctor flipped through the files in his hands and sighed. “Arthur, twenty-two years old, has developed a severe avoidant attachment personality due to childhood experiences and his mother’s influence...”

I pulled out my phone and dialed the fire department.

“Softened up?”

“He spent money to support my mother six more years.”

“If he can live, I wouldn’t mind giving him six years too.”

When Arthur was carried out, not a single piece of unscathed skin remained for him. The medical personnel said...