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I felt Orlan's pain.

He had classified himself as the devil, and it hurts to hear that from his mouth.

"You aren't a devil Okay. You can never be a devil!" I scolded him firmly.

He smiles, and then he nods his head. "Yeah!" He mumbled, sounding as if he had just said those words just to encourage himself.

"Orlan!" I called out his name while shaking him. "Are you trying to let that post get into your head?" I asked, sounding mad.

"What post?" He questioned, blinking the tears back into his eyes.

"Did you visit your room last night?"

He bites his lower lip, and then he slowly nods his head.

"Did you sleep inside that coffin?" I asked, shouting at him, that my voice was the only thing heard in the entire apartment.

"I... I didn't." He stuttered, before rising from the couch.

"ORLAN!" I screamed his name while dragging his clothes back so that he could be close to me. "What did you take my advice for?" I yelled, and I'm sure that those protecting the door from the outside are goi