I Was Attacked and Killed Because the Attacker Claimed I Was a Deity

I was attacked on the street because the assailant kept calling me a god. "God! I've finally found you!" That night, after finishing work, I took a shortcut home from the tech park, as usual. Two streetlights were broken, making that stretch of road as black as ink. I just took out my phone to turn on the flashlight when I heard hurried footsteps approaching from behind. The voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping, repeatedly calling me a god, which sounded even more terrifying in the environment. Before I could react, I was stabbed in the back. A burning pain shot up my spine, and I staggered...