Edwin sat on the white sofa, opposite Murat Mohr, as much as he was interested in the conversation with him, he just couldn't take his eyes off the beautiful frame that embraced the wall. The sound of a ticking clock could be heard, red heavy curtains hung on the high windows which only gave room for little light to penetrate. It painted a long vertical rectangular pattern on the tiled floor. The perfume of air freshener circulated the room.

A smile flickered at the edge of his mouth, he once had a frame of himself and Everly.

“Would things ever return to the way it was?” he conceived and lowered his gaze. If only he could rewind and pick up the pieces of life he left behind.

“You're going to need this.”

Murat Mohr cut through his thoughts and lifted his arms towards Edwin with what seemed like an identity card.

“Huh?” Edwin narrowed his gaze.

“You're a dead man, remember?”

Edwin seemed to have forgotten so soon as he exhaled deeply, that night could have sent his name down the