Chapter 96

Karl Johans Rehabilitation Centre, Oslo, Norway.

“The wolf ate the small sheep. The wolf was hungry and no matter how hard the small sheep ran, there was no escape for it.”

As the song echoed throughout the room quietly, Kail used his bandaged hand to draw. He had been harming himself, and both of his hands were covered in wounds.

“The wolf ate the small sheep.”

The song continued to fill the room gently. A beautiful husky voice was singing.

It was Kail.

As he sang, he continued to draw something intently. Bach’s Harpsichord was playing and on the white floor, various oil paintings were neatly arranged.

It was a shocking recovery for Kail who was suffering from extreme seizures until recently. The room felt peaceful with the quiet music and his paintings.

It seemed like Kail had regained his calm. His hands and feet were no longer bound. He was painting comfortably, and somehow, he looked like he w