Floyd Wilkinson had completely lost his mind.

He saw everyone around him as villains out to deceive him. Several times he was taken into custody, only to be released again.

Like a beggar, he wandered the city aimlessly. I continued to follow him, witnessing him enter an unfinished building.

The stairs had no railings, making each step extremely perilous.

Floyd Wilkinson, however, seemed oblivious, climbing steadily to the very top. His worn-out body couldn't go any further, so he began to crawl.

Watching him struggle, I felt a deep sense of boredom. I wondered who among us was truly a ghost.

The place had been abandoned for a long time,...