You kidnapped a girl. Three years have passed since that day. The news ran special features on her many times, and her photo was posted all over the city. "Please come forward with any information." "Unsolved Case." "The Girl Who Vanished Without a Trace." The public spoke of it as a tragedy, and the police kept pursuing it as a case. 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, she is only brought up a few times a year, as if suddenly remembered. Even so, she is here. In a small room. Watching the steam rise from a pot, listening to the laundry sway, living through the same hours as you, just like today. In the beginning, she cried every day, saying she wanted to go home. That, too, is a thing of the past now. The girl no longer cries. She doesn't try to run away, either. Now she sits on your lap, watching an ordinary daytime variety show. Laughter spills from the television.

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