Have you ever killed someone?

If you have,

how did it feel afterward?

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In my case, a suffocating silence,

the cool autumn breeze,

and the scent of fresh, warm blood

enveloped my body and constricted my soul.

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With the body my parents gave me, with these large, white hands,

I killed a person.

My parents passed away early, leaving me to struggle with the hardships of life.

I did everything without discrimination, whether it was manual labor or delivery work.

And then, I encountered the business of contract killing.

The pay was high. Enough to live on for a month.

Since then, I have immersed myself in this trade.

And for ten years, a full ten years. In the year I turned 31, I gained a partner.

A brat shivering on the street.

That.

That was the partner.