Chapter 19

If I were inside a castle made of glass, I would be frozen in defeat.  Perhaps, the reason is beyond what I can't foresee.  It might be suffocating.

Weeks later after the Game, I am here, an official Zoner.

The wind sings as its melody accompanies its southward invisible note.  It was also fresh this morning.

Who wants to smother in a cage of deceit?  How can someone enjoy life if he or she can't be an autonomous person?  Chained is its ostensible to the interlock of disquietude and self-slaughter which never do good in life and its phenomenon.

As my hands gripped the railings of the top floor of the Wooden Tower, which the Zoners named, I felt every flow of air in my hair.  Its blowing almost drove me away from the place where I am staying.

"Cos."

I turned to Riley when he called me.  He is carrying two cups of coffee,  still puffing some smoke.  He is still wearing black nightclothes.  His hair i