"I will go now," Cris said, as he gulped down the tea that Amee brought for him and stood up.

Cris looked a little bit pale, it was only a few hours before midnight and he was feeling restless already. He started to feel the pain, as if his whole body was being pricked by thousands of silver needles.

Yet, despite what he felt, he didn't show it on his face at all. He still looked calm and distant.

There was a heavy cloud of sadness ...