## Rain Ring
>On a rainy night, the overhead lights in the hospital corridor cut the red light into fragments.
>While I was pretending to be the cousin of the deceased to sign, I found a voice recorder in the inner pocket of my suit.
> Inside are the last words of the deceased: "They forged my signature... There is evidence in the account..."
>The head nurse handed over the organ donation agreement with a smile, and the ink was still wet on the signature area waiting for my fingerprint.
>I deliberately pressed it with my rain-stained fingers, and the ink spread instantly.
>Her expression suddenly changed, and a cold light flashed from the tip of the pen: "Do you think you can leave with evidence?"
>Outside the window, the red light of the ambulance's overhead light penetrated the rain curtain, like a giant bloody net that was tightening.
