In the woods late at night, a young man was running wildly, and behind him was a man holding a knife. . . Monster? Bones seemed to be faintly visible in the cracked facial skin, and the eyes were hollow. The clothes on his body were fluttering in the cold night wind, and it seemed that only the skeleton was left to support him.
The young man was still running as hard as he could, even though he knew that doing so would not escape the pursuit behind him. As time passed by, the young man's physical strength gradually became exhausted, but the pursuer behind him showed no abnormality at all.
Finally, when he slowed down, a ferocious face appeared in his field of vision. The young man's eyes were filled with fear and he showed a struggling look. The pursuer in front of him seemed to be enjoying the young man's performance. The corners of his mouth were raised, and another crack was added to the already broken skin. At this time, he raised the knife in his hand, and the cold light from the tip of the knife made the young man's fear deepen. Then, the young man closed his eyes and stood there resigned to his fate. Under the glare of the sword, the already ferocious face on the opposite side looked even more ferocious. The knife gradually moved downwards, and a figure also fell down.
The young man looked at everything in front of him in surprise and stood there at a loss.
Among the trees, a man in black was carefully wiping the sniper rifle in his arms, as if he were looking at a rare treasure, with a hint of softness on his cold face. After a while, he stood up, turned around with the gun on his back and fled into the darkness in front of him.