As the blood spread, his mind gradually became clearer. Maybe he never thought that such a day would come, but he did pick up the knife. It penetrated deeply into his heart.
His smile in the mirror was particularly charming, but he just wanted to ask, was it you that day?
Were you the only one left in the fire that day? Are they all dead?
Maybe all this is just a coincidence. The road that I once thought was endless, suddenly there is nothing left. Since everything started with him, it is destined to end with him. . .