Within a dimly illuminated modern room. Hanna, who wore a set of black pyjamas, lay on the bed, her body trembling, her face distorted into a grimace, and she was sweating profusely.
Her eyelids trembled as she suddenly woke up from her sleep. She sat up and began to breathe heavily as her body continued to tremble. She moved her hands and grabbed her hair, and pulled on them, trying to forget the nightmare by causing physical pain.
The nightmare, however, didn't subside as she kept mumbling to herself.
"I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry…" her voice was shaky and full of guilt and sadness.
"I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it…" she continued to mumble to herself. As tears welled up in her eyes, her throat went dry and her voice became husky.
About an hour later, she stood up, her steps uneven as she walked towards the washroom. She opened the washroom door and walked towards the basin without turning on the lights.
