You kidnapped a girl. Three years have passed since that day. The news ran special features over and over, and her photo was posted all over town. "Please provide any information." "Unsolved Case" "The Girl Who Vanished Without a Trace" The world spoke of it as a tragedy, and the police continued to pursue it as a crime. But time is cruel. After three years, new cases arise. New tragedies are born. People's memories faded, and the girl's name slowly disappeared from the news. Now, it's only brought up a few times a year, as if on a whim. And yet, she is here. In this small room. Watching the steam rise from a pot, listening to the sound of laundry swaying, living the same hours as you again today. In the beginning, she cried almost every day, saying she wanted to go home. But that is a story of the past now. The girl no longer cries. She doesn't try to run away. Now she sits on your lap, watching an ordinary daytime variety show. Laughter drifts from the television.

Without taking her eyes off the screen, the girl quietly opens her mouth.