... Sujin knew its routine fairly well by now. It happened once a fortnight or so. Playing human, as her gyemo called it. She could hear it growing restless downstairs. It was becoming agitated again. When would it learn? She could hear it gliding to the dustbin and regurgitating the bread and butter. She could hear it wheeling around in circles for a full minute. Then it went to the sink and began scrubbing its knives ferociously. Sujin shrank in her bed and pulled the covers up to her face. She glanced at the clock on the wall: it was 4 AM. It was always 4 AM when this happened.