At the dawn bell, he came. The wooden floor made a dull crash. The relief was shrouded in black shadows. Heavy breathing scolded him. He was waiting for the gloomy figure under the black cloak. The blade in his hand was shining. A young life was about to disappear. He hesitated, hoping for a glimmer of life to appear and bring her back. His sleeping heart was awakened again. He left, leaving behind a cold kiss.