Days has passed, and I couldn't forget that shivering experience. I would tell myself, "I won't let my stupidity get the best of me." I never wanted to return that awful dark factory. I might saw skeletons in that factory too. But I don't want to imagine it. As I writing this story, I'm on my red sofa with a hot coco. The fire from the fireplace warming me up as I write. I want anybody who is reading this story, don't let your stupidity overcome your body.

Or else, your body will set up a trap.