The woman did not call for me until the moment she died. I still dislike you. I dislike the strange sweet scent you emit, the annoying sound of your footsteps, the way you draw everyone's attention around you, and your behavior that seems elegant despite being a prostitute. Remembering you, I poured poison into my body. Thinking that since I killed you, I too should die. ...I thought I was surely dead, but I opened my eyes again. Experiencing a miracle far greater than just dying and coming back to life. I had returned.