Here I am now, six months later, afraid I might not be able to complete my mission.
A place where there's no one stopping you from getting out. No barriers, no security guards. If you're there, it's because of your own free will.
I don't remember much from when I was five years old, but the Tale of Two Colours has surprisingly stayed in my memory.
From that day on, she magically appeared at the basement's entrance, when the bell that indicated the start of a break rang.
When you say someone has turned bad, what do you exactly mean? That the person is no longer humane? That they've become heartless?