In the dark and distant alley, I ran covered in blood. He ran as fast as he could, trying to get rid of the ridiculous fear in his heart. But his hand was grabbed by something unexpected. I looked at the wrinkled hands on my arms in surprise. Can't break free. He was wearing a hat and I couldn't see clearly. I recognized it under the dim light. It's the "madman". "Thank you." His voice was rough and unpleasant. I said nothing. The hand didn't let go for a long time. Until I saw the drunkard in front of me walking past. I watched him let go of my hand with relief, and then walked away with his waist hunched. "I'm sorry, I changed her, but I couldn't save her." "You did a good job. They all deserve to die!" His figure disappeared into the darkness, and I looked at the blood on my hands in the dim light and cried silently.
