Prisoner of the Mist

Eerie shadows surrounded a mound in the brown mist Looking up at the bloody sky, the same image was reflected in the eyes of each figure. A man with ferocious eyes held a sharp knife in his right hand and inserted it into his left hand, constantly resisting the target that the tip of the knife was approaching, his heart. "Survive! Live." The dripping blood flowed into the ears accompanied by a soft whisper, "Survive, live, live..." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.