Javier, an extreme clean freak with a superiority complex, accidentally pushes the man after an uncomfortable encounter. As the stranger falls, cracking his head on the pavement, a small crowd begins to gather. Javier, trying to control his disgust, feels paralyzed, unable to express his true feelings of remorse or say anything to diffuse the situation. For a moment, Javier is frozen in shock. He watches as blood begins to pool beneath the man's head, staining the ground. Panic grips him, but he can't express it; he simply stares, frozen by a combination of horror and his inability to process his emotions.
A few bystanders have noticed the altercation, and when they see the man lying motionless on the ground, they rush over, eyes filled with suspicion. Javier, still in shock, struggles explain, his voice barely a whisper "god please save him"
People murmur, eyeing him suspiciously. Someone checks the man's pulse and, upon realizing he's not breathing, they assume Javier is responsible. They interpret his silence and cold demeanor as guilt or indifference. An older woman, visibly shaken, points at Javier, shouting, "Murderer!" Javier. More people gather, their anger fueled by Javier's blank expression and his silent, stiff posture. His inability to connect or explain himself only fuels their suspicion and hostility. Javier tries to stammer a response, but his voice is weak, lost under their rising shouts. • Javier: "I... I didn't... He just..." • Bystander 3: "He's just standing there, like it's nothing! Some kind of monster!"
Fueled The Mob's Reaction A few people, frightened and angered, close by fear, shocl horal outrage, the crowd lashes out.
A few people, frightened and angered, close in on Javier. Fueled by fear, shock, and moral outrage, the crowd lashes out. Some of them pick up objects-bottles, stones-and throw them at him. They start shouting accusations, asking why he did it, demanding justice on the spot. Javier, overwhelmed, retreats backward, but his fear morphs into frustration and bitterness. In his mind, he's done nothing wrong, yet he feels trappo ornered by a chaotic, filthy mob that he despises
As they advance, Javier's anger boils over, pushing past his shyness and restraint. He thinks about his disdain for the "filthy" and "unrefined" nature of others. Adrenaline surges, and he finds himself acting on a dark impulse: he grabs a broken bottle lying on the ground, holding it defensively. Javier (muttering, trembling): "Back off. I didn't... I didn't want this...""
One man lunges, and Javier reflexively swings, injuring him. The others hesitate,
The crowd's anger swells, and someone steps forward, shoving Javier. He stumbles, catching himself, but the panic in his eyes only makes him look more guilty. They take his inability to express emotion as callousness, and their hatred intensifies. Someone in the crowd throws a bottle, and it shatters against his shoulder, cutting him. Javier, now bleeding and scared, tries to back away, but they close in, yelling and throwing whatever they can find. One man lunges forward, slamming Javier into a wall, pinning him. He clenches his fists, his face twisted in a mix of terror and confusion, but he's too stunned to fight back
As the mob's blows rain down, Javier's last moments are filled with pain and disorientation. He tries to call for help, but his voice is drowned by their angry shouts. His vision blurs, and he feels his strength fading, overwhelmed by the relentless assault. In his final moments, his mind reels, questioning why no one understands him, why his entire life had been so lonely, and why he could never find a place where he belonged.
As the darkness overtakes him, he dies not just from the violence inflicted upon him but also from the weight of his isolation-a misunderstood, distant soul crushed under the harsh judgment of others.