Cold.
Very cold.
Someone was holding a lantern and standing alone on the steps.
The wind drowned his lonely back, leaving only a thin green short hair dazzling.
He opened his mouth and murmured:
Brother, I have been waiting here for a long time, why haven't you come yet?
At the end of the alley, at the intersection, the young man was trailing bloodstains all over his body.
Nothing could cover his heartwarming smile.
He said:
Don't panic, brother is coming soon.
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There is some sticky liquid stuck to the wall.
This world is empty and silent.