I am a blind girl.
One night my husband suggested something exciting and covered my face with a cloth.
I was so frightened that I lost my voice.
In the end, he didn't touch me and we parted on bad terms.
But the next day, the police told me that my husband, who was separated by a wall, had been killed.
The police also said.
This person has not yet been apprehended, and his next target is likely to be me.
It's late.
It's too late.
Because I know that the murderer is standing behind me at this moment.
