A bell rings, the girl turns towards the door. It's just a customer who has entered through the main door, she remains behind the boxes.

The scent of blood disappears along with the small crimson drop, back inside her finger. Where it belongs. But she continues to stare at her fingertip intently. The curse comes with its benefits, but it is still a curse, and the girl knows it. She sits on the floor of the warehouse, in the shop where she works, staring at her finger carefully after accidentally cutting it with a razor and healing it with just a thought.

It's chilling, and it will continue to be so despite the months that it's been like this. Did the last employee quit because he found out? No, it's not possible. She's very good at keeping her secret. He couldn't see her, and even if he did, he wouldn't have any evidence to blackmail her with. But what's the point? It's not enough to hide it, she must fix it. Before it's too late.

She keeps thinking about someone else leaving without being able to speak to them. The place feels lonelier now, even though she didn't know it well. The book, the whistle too, have told her that she can find her salvation in someone's company, but all she has done is continue to push others away from her. Not to mention that she doesn't want to pay attention to that tingling that guides her to some unknown place.

The funeral, the abandoned home, the book, everything is still fresh in her memory.

What will become of her? She can't continue living this way, with constant fear taking over her actions. She wonders if someone will ever come to save her, because she is beginning to lose hope of saving herself. However, she has sunk enough on her own, all she can do is pick herself up, dust off her pants, and get back to work.