Am I dead?
The cold man blinks his eyes open.
Where am I?
The entire room around him was dipped in white, from the table in the middle of the room to the walls. He looks down and noticed he was dressed in white as well.
Where was I last? What can I remember?
The man starts reciting his personal information in his head to jog up his memory. The unpleasant smell of medication floated around the room, making it hard for him to remember things.
My name is Xiumin Kim. I am 27 years old and my favorite color is black. Lately, I've felt extremely cold, even in the heat. I am a lawyer. My friend Chanyeol Park is a businessman. His father is the CEO of Park Incorporated. I was there on Sunday with my other friend Sehun Oh. People came to ask me questions.
Xiumin blinked. He couldn't remember anything that happened after people came to ask him questions in a conference room.
How long has it been since Sunday? Was it still Sunday?
He was so weak. How long have I been here?
Xiumin spots a small window, and he musters enough strength to get up and peer through it.
Looking through the glass, he sees a room next door. Another man sat in the corner, staring up at the ceiling.
Xiumin taps on the window glass, curious.
"Help me," he whispers, but the other man can't hear him.
He taps again, leaving scratches on the glass. "Can you hear me?" He says a bit louder.
The other man looks up. A number could be seen on his shirt collar.
04.
He makes eye contact and approaches the small window slowly. He mutters a few things, but Xiumin can't hear him.
Xiumin gives up, and slides down against the wall. He was so cold.
Freezing.
Is that why he was here? Because he was so cold? The room didn't help at all, it felt even colder than he was.
Xiumin looks down at the white floor. He felt wet. And uncomfortable.
And cold.
He stands up, and looks at where he previously sat. Frost began to collect on the wall and where he sat on the floor.
Did I do that?
Xiumin looks through the glass window again. The other guy was now sitting on his own white table, eyeing the floor. Xiumin tapped on the glass again, afraid that the other might find him annoying.
The man looks up and walks over again. Xiumin presses his palm against the glass until frost begins to form at the seams.
Amazing.
After several seconds, the entire pane was covered in a thin layer of frost. He began to write on the frothy glass.
Where am I and how long have I been here?
The other guy writes an answer.
I don't know. What's your name?
Xiumin.
The frost slowly starts to melt away. Xiumin presses his palm on the glass to create more frost.
Why are you locked up? He writes with a cold, shaky finger.
I'm not sure. You?
I'm here because I can do this.
Xiumin makes more frost collect on the glass.
Cool.
Xiumin smiles.
You never told me your name, he writes on the new layer of frost.
The other guy etches his name onto the pane.
Baekhyun.
e)(o
