C58 Building

Ben was sleeping in his bedroom bed. I ran to the living room floor for no apparent reason, remembering that an old man had died of a heart attack in the house I had rented, and that made me wary.

It was 1: 30 in the morning, and a bright moon was shining on the windowsill. From time to time, a cool breeze blew in from outside the half-open window, clearing my head and making me drowsy