It was as if the surroundings were surrounded by darkness and it was hard to breathe, but the hanging lamp hanging beside the door was still flickering on and off. People could see the red, almost black blood slowly overflowing from the closed door. In such a strange scene, it felt like a dying person was struggling...
He walked slowly to the door against the wall and looked down at the blood-stained shoe heel. At this moment, a very familiar, low and gentle voice came from the room: "Clarence... Is that you?"