Unfinished Manuscript in the Human World

During the day, they all have names, positions, titles, and respectability. At night, they reveal another face on the other end of the phone, at the door of the ward, at the corner of the corridor, or in the car without turning on the lights for ten minutes. He is not a detective or a saint, he is just a person who is not far away from any of them. He saw how they loved, how disappointed, how stubborn, how broken, how they kept putting their shirts on the next morning.