"Disgustingly accurate."

Sa-young slowly stood up and moved towards the fish tank. He bent forward, bringing his face close to the glass, and his violet eyes reflected off the blue and red surface, glaring back at him. He clenched his hands behind his back, and as his fingers tightened, they moved accordingly. For now, he still had control over his body.

Facing himself in the reflection, Sa-young’s faded, pale violet eyes were unpleasant to look at—a color filled with loss. He stared blankly at the goldfish swimming inside the tank for a moment, then straightened up.

"The thing about Matthew… …