I hid in the dark, shivering, because I didn’t eat for two days, and my body was as cold as ice. But I still curled up on the bed, with a thick quilt to cover themselves inside, the curtain pulled tightly, not let a ray of light leak in. I’m afraid of light. Only darkness can make me feel safe. Only darkness can make me feel the horror of the passage of time. When the sound of the police car suddenly came out of the window, my body was suddenly tense, and I couldn’t breathe. This is because two days ago, I did a stupid thing, an extremely stupid thing, but it is this stupid thing that makes me curl up in the dark and slowly recall, while regretting my own stupidity, and smug about my feat at the same time.