The sticky blood covered the floor, and several mutilated bodies were scattered throughout the room, looking rather horrifying.
A young man, not yet twenty, knelt in the pool of blood, his head bowed in silence.
His face, clothes, and hands were all covered in bright red blood, which all came from those bodies.
The middle-aged woman in a floral dress lay with her head resting on his knee, her eyes closed and her expression somewhat unaccepting.
There was a patch of dark red blood on her chest.
This woman had lost all body warmth.
Her last words were:
'You scared me; don't do that anymore...'
The young man's eyes were vacant, and he remained in the same position, motionless, until the blood on the ground had dried and his legs had become stiff.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, his face could no longer contain his expression, and he bent down to hold the woman's head, tears streaming down like rain.
"Mom, I was wrong. I won't do it again..."
"Can you wake up..."
