I am working at the Mental Hospital for almost 5 years. And speaking from my personal experience, I can assure you that it's no walk in the park. It's also unlike most stereotypes you've heard or seen.

"Let me go!"

"Aliens are coming to attacks us!"

"I need to see my son! Peter! Peter!"

"I am not crazy! Let me out!"

Those screams aren't screams, nor melodies to my ears but words of my everyday life; like winds.

I stood by the last door — the last room in the 3rd floor. Inside this room resides an angel-like beauty I've never seen before.

"Han Yoon?" I called his name. With one of the keys I'm holding, I unlocked the door and went in as I pushed the cart of food trays. "Good evening Mr. Yoon. I brought your din-"

He is sleeping.

I put his foods on the table before glancing onto his handsome face again. How can a man be this so much pretty? I knelt on my knees, put my chin on the edge of his bed and just stared at him.

It's been four months since he admitted here, yet I never heard him talk. All he had showed so far was his smile — a kind of smile that made me hope he isn't someone who should be lock in.

"If only Mr.Yoon is normal, maybe you'll be my crush," I murmured.

"Who says I'm not?" his response which startled me!

My eyes widened upon hearing his sweet and gentle voice for the first time!

While in shock, patient Han opened his eyes where I could see my own surprised reflection. 

"M-Mr. YOON?"

"But if you'll see my normal side, I'll bet you won't like me," he added, tugging the corner of his lips upward.

I stood up so I could report this miracle right away. However, his hand wrapped around my wrist then I could feel my body pulling down by him. "Ahhh!" I gasped.

Things are so fast, like wind swirling within 0.01 second. All I realized was that I am laying beside him and he was hugging me from behind.

My body went hot and cold: face is burning yet hands are freezing. I wanted to shout or maybe ask for help, but when a prey got caught by a predator, all of it senses went numb. I couldn't hear anything, I saw nothing, I felt like dying.

"Cause when I am not here to act dumb, I'll kill," he whispered onto my ear. Eleven words repeatedly echoed in my head like a broken plaque. 3 times, 4 times, no, a million times! Until I went back on my senses.

I stood up, pushed the cart and dashed out without looking back at him. My hands are shaking as I locked the door.

"Thanks for the food Miss Xindy Lane," his call that freeze me. I gawked at him through the small window of the door.

Mr. Han Yoon is smiling.

"At least, that is the last word you heard inside this world. See you later," he added before I picked up my pace.

I wonder about him; the things he confessed, his voice and those smiles. What if everything I have witnessed before was only a mask? A hidden identity I shouldn't seek for an answer?

It's already 9pm when I got home. Darn traffic.

I put my bag on the side and buried my worn out face on the sofa. I still need to take my make-up off but I am too tired. I hope they can invent a machine that automatically remove my make up as soon as I lay down.

"See you later."

His voice is still inside my head. What did he mean by that?

~"kring kring" I heard my phone ringing.

Who will call me this late? I sat up and saw my co-workers name on my phone screen. I have 10 missed calls from her! So I picked it up. "Hello?"

[Omg Xindy! Thank goodness you pick up!]

"W-what happened?"

[This is emergency! Do you know the patient in room 17 third floor?]

My heart start beating so fast. The fact that she is talking about Mr. Yoon made me tremble so bad.

"W-What's wrong with Patient Yoon?" I stuttered.

[He escaped! And when we had checked the keys for third floor, his key went missing. You are the last one who went by his room right?!"]

Everything flashed back on my head. He got the key after he pushed me down on his bed! Damn it!

I hurriedly stood up and wore my jacket. "I'll come now!" I said before hanging up. I quickly got my bag, put my shoes on and opened the door.

However...

"Nice to meet you here."

There is a man standing in front of my door. I slowly looked up, only to find his familiar face.

"Nice to meet you, here outside our crazy world."

Han smiled at me.

I moved back, not because of his smirk, but because of the knife he is holding.