David

Cameras watched his every step. He'd long since stopped looking at them, because looking into those black glass dots made everything inside him twist.

Returns

David always returned late, after midnight. Ten minutes before his arrival, the house seemed to freeze. Security would tighten, servants would disappear into the hallways, doors would slam. Lee learned to read David's mood by the sound of the engines.

The quiet entry of the engine - a business meeting, he is calm. The roar of the engine, the screeching of brakes - disrupted negotiations, blood. The door closes with a creak and a dull thud - corpses.

Every night Lee listened to these sounds and wondered if they would come for him.

Not because he did anything wrong. But because death was always close by in this house.

But David never came to him. He would play music in the office at night, work, train, and give orders. But he never came to Lee's room.

It was as if he didn't even know where she was.

As if Lee was nothing.

Death of personality

Sometimes Lee found himself no longer remembering the sounds of his own voice. He was forgetting words. He was forgetting himself. The mirror in his room became his enemy: every time he looked at his reflection, he saw not a person, but an empty shell—pale, thin, with dark circles under his eyes, lifeless.

He hadn't been outside for nine months. He hadn't seen the sky. He hadn't heard the streets. He hadn't felt the fresh air.

He ate alone—servants brought him food and left in silence. They were afraid to even breathe near him, as if he were cursed.

Lee was also afraid of himself. He was afraid that one day he would stop feeling fear. Because when fear disappears, madness begins.

The only thing he wanted was silence in his head. To stop thinking about how he lived like a prisoner, like an object. To stop the pain inside.

Observer

But one day something changed.

It was a quiet evening. Lee sat by the window, watching the rain. He hadn't asked himself questions in a long time—they were pointless. But suddenly he heard footsteps. Slow, steady. Not guards. Not servants.