Slumbering in the corner oblivious to the passing of time. Barely hear the tic-tac of the clock on the wall, smiled without any further gesture. It was him who is charge of the last bombing. He wasn't that violent, indeed. Curiosity may be.!? Or the embodiment of the feelings which have been a burden for ages. Just killed dozens without a second thought. It was killing for the sake of killing...... A new transformation into a wild monster.
If only he could change every little thing and went back to his mother's womb. It was far too late.
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