Sleeping Under the Sword

On a rainy night, one person and one sword stained the forest house with blood. The killer hugged a child, whether for redemption or compassion. A broken sword inherits the will, a pot of turbid wine blurs good and evil, the sword does not question, does not dominate, only wants someone to sleep under the sword. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.