Chapter 116.
<strong>Chapter 116. An Angel of Death Descends to the Earth.</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">Today was the beginning of a new year. I headed home after work, minding my own business as usual.
<span style="font-weight:400">It was another snowy day like any other. There weren''t any strong gusts of wind today. Only a gentle light snow as it slowly fluttered to the ground.
<span style="font-weight:400">It was dark out already. The streetmps were working perfectly tonight. The ground was well lit.
<span style="font-weight:400">The sidewalk had been cleared, though a new thinyer of snow had already piled up. It wasn’t tightly packed together and the weak flow of air generated by moving my foot forward was enough to blow it to the side.
<span style="font-weight:400">It was about minus twenty degrees Celsius out. For me, that was considered pretty warm. Warm enough I didn’t even have to zip up my jacket or bother with wearing gloves and a scarf because I’d actually start to sweat at this temperature.
<span style="font-weight:400">In other cities, they might think I was some sort of lunatic or something, but they’d just never lived somewhere that was truly cold.
<span style="font-weight:400">There weren’t any cars passing by, the street waspletely devoid of life. It was just that sort of city.
<span style="font-weight:400">A dead city where you often wondered if anyone really lived there. It was peaceful though. Quiet even. But that didn’t mean there was no crime.
<span style="font-weight:400">It did have crime, and it was actually quite bad. It was a city known to have one of the highest homicide rates in the country. One wouldn’t ever think that when looking at the ce. Unless you went out of your way to look up the statistics, you’d probably live your entire life in this city inplete ignorance.
<span style="font-weight:400">You’d be a fool to be deceived by the peaceful exterior. There was always something dangerous lurking in the shadows. I just knew how to avoid trouble.
<span style="font-weight:400">You had to constantly watch your back when walking these streets at night. You never knew when you’d be jumped and mugged or find a knife in your back.
<span style="font-weight:400">For some that might sound scary. But it was the sort of life I was ustomed to. It wasn’t a big deal to me.
<span style="font-weight:400">As my eyes were usually on the ground, it was rare that I’d take the time to look up and just watch the clouds or moon in the night sky when walking home for an extended period of time.
<span style="font-weight:400">That was why I never saw iting.
<span style="font-weight:400">A white-haired angel of death who fell from the sky.
<span style="font-weight:400">Yes, a girl fell from the sky. But it wasn’t any sort of fateful encounter like in those stories you often read or maybe even shows you watched growing up.
<span style="font-weight:400">Rather, it was something straight out of a bloody horror story.
<span style="font-weight:400">Plop.
<span style="font-weight:400">Our first and only encounter was that.
<span style="font-weight:400">The sound of bones breaking.
<span style="font-weight:400">The sound of internal organs exploding.
<span style="font-weight:400">A neck, snapping.
<span style="font-weight:400">The back of someone’s skull shattering and flying to pieces.
<span style="font-weight:400">Blood gushed out and stained the snow an eerie crimson hue.
<span style="font-weight:400">I watched it indifferently without even reacting.
<span style="font-weight:400">A woman with her hair dyed pure white, now dyed the color of her own blood.
<span style="font-weight:400">Her body was disfigured.
<span style="font-weight:400">Her eyes, wide open.
<span style="font-weight:400">I let out a small sigh and bent down in front of her.
<span style="font-weight:400">I ced two fingers over her silver-colored eyes and shut them on her behalf since she could no longer do so on her own.
<span style="font-weight:400">Without calling for help, I simply walked away.
<span style="font-weight:400">She was a goner.
<span style="font-weight:400">Let’s say she did somehow survive if I called help. She’d only live on suffering as a cripple.
<span style="font-weight:400">May she rest in peace.
<span style="font-weight:400">I stood back up like nothing ever happened and continued walking as if nothing ever happened.
<span style="font-weight:400">She was dead and no longer moving.
<span style="font-weight:400">The only difference between us right now was that my body was still moving.