Death looms. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The surroundings are lonely, and the lights of various colors are mixed together, which should be in harmony with the noise of a small number of people, and the vision is not a problem, but in the middle of the night, dim is still the main color.

He staggered out of the room through a door, his face paling under the green crystal lamp, his pupils dilated, a phenomenon that only occurs when one is overly frightened.

When they came・・・・・・ he hugged his head and ran away, I had been in seclusion for a long time, but they finally found ・・・・・・

He has not recovered from his serious injuries, and even after a long period of recuperation, there is still no improvement.

In this state・・・・・・ there's no way I'm going to stand up to the bombardment of those guys. He took a deep breath and passed past several young men.

He didn't warn them that the danger was so imminent, that they were in a state of flux, that the constant excitement of their brains had no time to pay attention to everything around them, and that they might have glanced at the flustered passer-by with care, but never cared.

Anyway, they were just moths, he thought, and he was willing to become free and loose degenerates, and these people did not regret their deaths.

Panicked screams were soon heard from behind the bend, short enough to wake up the dreamer, but a very clear signal to the fugitives.

They've gone crazy to this point・・・・・・

When one person kills for fun, then there are countless deaths, and in the case of a group of people, it can only be a disaster.

I am a witness to this catastrophe, his mind is becoming clearer, and I have no regret for stopping them.

It's just a single figure, and it's hard to turn the tide.

Running for too long had exhausted his oxygen supply system, and the sound of his rapid breathing made his hopes of getting rid of them even more dimmable.

He walked through the old neighborhood, the crowd growing in front of him.

I couldn't bring death to them・・・・・・ he immediately changed direction and ran back into another street.

This shabby place!

The crystals on the lamppost shone faintly, the path became more blurred, the garbage heap next to the lamppost emitted a smoky stench, as if a hundred corpses were rotting in the same place at the same time, and a few green-eyed flies were buzzing around the food.

Softly and quickly, he ran into the gap between the two houses, so that only darkness remained, and he closed his eyes and waited for his vision to readjust and then opened them, leaning his back against the wall and not daring to let out a loud breath.

Carelessness will only lead to early death.

His eyes glanced at the street, and the gray figure flashed before his eyes, and he knew that he had escaped, but there was no time to rejoice, and he immediately stepped into the depths of darkness.

With a dull thud, he was knocked to the ground by a huge recoil force.

Damn, what did I bump into?

It didn't take him long to get to his feet, and he was stunned when he had a chance to take a closer look at what was happening in front of him.

These cold-blooded guys! They are everywhere!!

He didn't have time to shout before he could sprint into the street behind him, but immediately another shadow appeared in front of him to block the exit.

He's back again? His heart kept trembling, and I myself had gone into a dead end!

At the end of the day, he knew that he was powerless to resist, he had once possessed great strength, but he had not been given the opportunity to grow, so that now he was powerless in the face of death.

I was surrounded, and he was in a dilemma, letting go of a few steps and then leaning his back against the wall.

The guy in front of him raised the butcher knife, his blood-red eyes flashing with desire!

Another declaration of death.

His soul was about to fall asleep, and the sky was about to brighten, but he had no chance to see the sunrise again, and he tried his best to get close to the light, and the heat of the sun was about to sprinkle on his face, but at this moment, the towering Apennines proudly blocked the first rays of the morning sun.

What followed was the falling hollow, the last time he muttered before losing consciousness.

I will be born again, the world will praise me, and I will come again ・・・・・・ pray for me.

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