"Hai."
Hai turned halfway, just enough to gaze at the other side. It was dark. Pitch-black wherever he turned to look at. Within that never-ending stretch of darkness, a voice ricocheted against the seemingly invisible walls.
"Do you think you are happy, Hai?"
Hai watched a silhouette, a faint outline of a man's figure taking shape - the only presence that seemed to cast a dim light, eerie as it might be.
"Do you think you will be happy?"
Vacant and lifeless, Hai stared at the figure before him in a silence that felt deafening more than anything else. Neither the corner of his lips moved by a fraction, nor the contours of his cheeks formed any expression.
"You cannot answer that, Hai. Because I know. You will never be happy. Do you think…you have escaped from me?"
