He lowered his head and found that he was stepping on a corpse.
A corpse with bleeding from all its orifices, broken limbs, and extremely miserable body.
And the face of this corpse was most familiar to him. He could see his own face in the sink mirror every day.
*Archived. This article was written in a composition book when I was still in high school in 2023. I have no plans to continue writing it recently (but if I have the opportunity in the future, I still want to finish it, (if I really write it, I will probably overhaul it) (so I'll leave it at that)
Intention: to be added