I am a killer, and killers often don't need names. But I have a name, a very interesting name: No Kill.
My favorite way to kill is a stab between the eyebrows, the tip of the sword across the tip of the nose, the lips, and finally the throat. The bright red on the forehead, the shape of the petals, and the slightest fishy smell reminded me in a trance of a rose reborn from the ashes, fiery, psychedelic, and impossible to look at. To me, it is a life sentence of beauty, blooming, blooming and withering one after another. For people, there is only a very thin thread of blood, falling into death inch by inch.
I don't know if the dead feel pain, and I don't know if the blood has any temperature. But I guess the tip of my sword must be cold.
Someone once laughed at me for loving art, and then frowned. Killing is no child's play. If you waste more time and energy, maybe the dead will be swapped with each other. I also smiled, I don't know the danger, but I like excitement and adventure, I just like it.
The story of a female killer, written by YY