I Wanted to Keep a Low Profile and Write Poetry, but the Killer Insisted on Protecting Me

Dressed as a down-and-out scholar, he only lived for three days when a killer blocked the door and demanded his life. The knife was pressed against his neck, and he was so frightened that he knelt down and begged for mercy, but the killer stared at his face and stopped suddenly. Chasing him on a rainy night, he ran for his life holding a collection of broken poems, but the killer pressed on him step by step. "You are the one I have been waiting for ten years. You can't escape."