Inside the hospital room, as cold and cruel as ever. I clutched the blanket bit by bit with hands that could no longer feel your warmth, the pain of that day, or even the coldness of ice cream. To be honest, who would have thought the end of this year would be so horrific? Being homeless would have been better.... Ah, I remember how shocked I was when I heard that while looking for work back then, I had gotten drunk and hit the detective standing right in front of me. Ah, it would be so nice if I could just go back to that time. Sometimes I think it would have been better to just realize what was happening and run away when I met that detective again and saw the broken wooden remains of his body. But then again, haven't I committed sins in the past that were so bitter I wanted to spit them all out? Heaven really has a knack for timing the moment of atonement. And also... Ah, it must be time for the bell to ring. Not the sound of the bell at the hospital reception desk that rings at the same time every day and is starting to give me a nervous breakdown, but the sound that almost all the patients wait for while watching TV. If there is a God, I'd ask Him to turn back time just once. No, to be precise, I want to see you again.