Whenever I hear screams of sorrow and pain, I wasn't surprised nor emotional. Instead, I was on the verge of jealousy. I am indeed the person who's still at the moment of time where I am still identifying emotions and feelings. Not because I am illiterate, but because I lost the reality of life at an early age. I was born to be a vampire with a complete sense of duty for myself but why did I always question my own well-being? Where can I find life in the vast ocean of dark sky above?