"Once the dead start watching you, it feels like they never stop."
"My friend became a corpse, but he seemed to remember what I said. He kept staring at me."
"Dad and Mom walk around their bedroom at night. Sometimes they stand side by side beside my bed. The expressions on their faces feel unfamiliar, like the face of my dead friend."
The man clutched his head in both hands. He did not dare sleep. Whenever he closed his eyes, he saw those ghosts.
"I tried to save myself. I went to that friend's home and opened her bedroom door. Only then did I realize she'd liked me for a long time. She'd been watching me ever since we were children."
"Her room was covered with photos of me, in all kinds of poses and situations. I'd always thought of her as my best friend, but she seemed to see me as her one and only toy."
"On her computer, I found some videos she'd recorded. It turned out she'd started filming me a long time ago. When she suggested staging a publicity stunt, she was just looking for an excuse for her sick behavior."
His bloodshot eyes were filled with pain and self-reproach, along with a trace of guilt.
"Your friend liked spying on you, and you enjoyed the thrill of being watched. You two were actually a pretty good match." There was no sympathy in Xuan Wen's eyes as she looked at the man.
"I only ever thought of her as my best friend."
"You had more than one 'best friend' like that, didn't you?" Xuan Wen seemed to see straight through him. "Can you tell me how your friend died?"
Sitting on the hospital bed, the man looked increasingly tormented. He shook his head, unwilling to remember