In the study room.

The room was so quiet and a bit dark. It would have been darker if not for the small light seeping through the brown curtains. 

The room was so quiet to the point that one wouldn't know that someone was in it. He sat on the chair behind the table. His eyes were closed as he faced the curtains, and his back rested on the chair. 

On his left-hand side lies a long jacket on the floor. He had removed it and threw it on the floor carelessly last night. He kept moving uncomfortably, his hand going over the cut on his arm that had seeped...