I'm still alive

As soon as a finger is placed on the handle of the Supreme Prosecutors' Office, an electric signal flows through the muscles. Cold sweat licked my skin and a prickly anxiety chilled my spine. From behind, even the sound of an old man pulling a demonstration began to be heard in detail.

Pull out the Great Sword. The moment the Great Sword is pulled out, the muscles begin to expand and the tip of my head tingle. And when I turned my eyes in a hurry, I was reflected in his smiling eyes and gradually disappeared. He was faster than me.

The knife, which I don't know where it came from, stuck in the young man's thigh and soon blood spurted like a fountain. Then the man who took out another knife pushed the knife into the neck of the woman trembling before him. At that moment the woman inhaled the wind and soon the sharp blade of the knife met the delicate skin.

Time flies again.

I'm as firm as I am as I am about to strike the Sword. Like meeting Medusa, a hostage, my blood quickly cooled and my frantic thumping heart quietly breathes. He gently clung to the wall, pointing a knife at the woman's neck.

You're so quick on the wits. How long have you known?’

'You smell like a dog in a man, but you don't know what to do.’

The old man growled without losing. Then he began to shine his sharp eyes, aiming precisely at the crossbow at him. But the man smiled leisurely at the crossbow and soon took a big breath, burying his nose on the back of the woman's neck.

The man's perverted behavior frightened the woman into fits. And the man, watching the reaction, smiled and opened his mouth to see if he was satisfied.

You're not like Eden's. Where are you guys from?’

'Don't make fun of me.’

We were not swayed by such provocations and time-lots. Starting with the old man's outspoken answer, I began to confront the man and the Yongpal brothers quickly cut off the sound. Yongpal blocked the mouth of a young man who complained bitterly of pain, and Doosik begins to stop the bleeding.

The smell of blood on the floor begins to poke your nose with the sound of the town noise. This scene further stimulates my nerves and the flesh in my head constantly rings alarm bells.

I slowly drew my feet and approached the man who was making eye contact with the old man. But the man looks sideways. When I approach him, warp! Screaming, he thrust a blade into the woman's neck. I stopped moving again and the man glances at me and licks his lips.

'You're just gonna let me go, right? Then I'll save the girl.’

'Kill him.'

I answered coldly.

Then the old man, who heard my answer, shouted, "You're right," and secured the crossbow. Then he looked at me with a side glance, and soon began to stare straight at the woman and hurl venomous remarks.

"You! You knew he was a bum, right?’

It was a moment when the old man and I were in sync again. I never imagined that vagrants would even use such vicious methods. It's just the worst way, it can't be. I just avoided it, but when the situation unfolded before my eyes, I felt worse than I thought.

This woman and the young man were bait. It's not a clumsy luer, but a fresh, moving bait. Kim Hye-jung was fooled by the bait and we were fooled. The carelessness almost brought the sacrifice of the party.

What if that knife was headed for the Yongpal brothers or the elderly? My head cooled with strong hostility. Get rid of the stupid hostage situation. No, the hostage crisis itself is not established. This woman and the young man were at least like vagrants to me.

'Sorry, I'm sorry! Help me. . . ..Save...'

The woman's first words with her mouth open were apology and begging for life. Then he began to struggle like a fit, and for the first time the man who was holding the woman was showing embarrassment.

"Stay still, asshole!"

The man was erasing his laughter and showing agitation. But I can't move easily because my body is leaning against the wall. And the Yong-pal brothers, who had finished haemostasis, were slowly approaching both sides, and the old man's sharp bolt was precisely pointing at the man's head.

a dilemma between the two

An unfulfilled hostage situation gives a man the worst. Let's count to ten. I put all my attention to the man, trying to calm his pounding heart. The sound of breathing, the pupil, the movement of pupils. Even the changes in facial expressions are beginning to catch my eye.

Will the old man shoot first? No, it's because of a woman. Due to the nature of the crossbow, which has a long load time, everything had to be finished with just one shot, but unfortunately, there was an obstacle in front of the man as a woman.

Then shall we leave it to the Yongpal brothers? Not even this. have become much more adept at the end of the worldKilling people is not easy. There is no doubt that he will hesitate.

Then I'll do it.

Squeeze the sweaty bayonet handle with your hand. All nerves move alive and the soaring flesh and reason scream. The touch of the handle and the center of gravity in front of it are tilted as if they were about to rush out.

Sweat drips down my forehead. The sweat runs along the back of the nose and gently begins to pool at the tip of the nose. I'm starting to focus 100% on this situation. Then, without realizing it, the open mouth and the electric signals flowing through the body expand the muscles. The counter down is reduced.

It's moving, it's running out. My muscles are preheated and reach the point where the heated spirit filament is about to break. And the light comes on with a bang.

3, 2, 1!

And now!

"Oh, shit!"

As I rush in without hesitation, the man struggles with embarrassment. Then quickly cut the woman's throat and pushed her toward the old man. A woman instinctively blocks a bloody throat and falls to an old man without strength.

Time flies slowly.

The old man collides with a woman who falls with abusive language. It will take time to fire the bolt, though for a moment. As I rolled my eyes, I could see the Yongpal brothers running away in surprise. But it's late, I was already on the verge of it.

The man was obviously conscious of me. That's why he was pushing a woman with his quick movements and giving me a knife. Eyes are fixed on a sharp blade. That blade was aiming exactly at my face and probably would leave a fatal wound if I didn't avoid it.

My body didn't move even though I was clearly aware of it. The pressure to finish with just one stroke weighs on my body. My muscles are heavy as if a huge gravity is applied to my body. I'm avoiding you! I'm avoiding you! I constantly spat out soliloquies in the running time.

The blade passes before my eyes. I made eye contact with my eyes reflected on the blade of the knife. The eyes were like those of mine beyond death. At that moment, the pressure of the bandage around my wound disappears and my cheeks burn like they're burning.

Did you avoid it?

I breathed out. Yeah, it's breathing. When I close my eyes and open my eyes to get rid of the sweat around my eyes, I can see his shocked face. And without hesitation, I reach out and grab his neck and stab the sword in front of me.

Blood gathers at the fingertips with a harsh sound. The sword, which was raised from the bottom of his chest, is precisely stuck in his body, and he starts to struggle with a breath of blood. I desperately twisted the Supreme Prosecutors' Office, refusing to accept my rejection.

"Sal, save... "....’

He's begging for his life. And look at me with mournful eyes and exhale with blood. Do you feel sympathy? He's human, too. If there's hot blood like me, will it all be human? Is begging for life in the face of death all human beings?

So why is there nothing different than stabbing monsters?

Yeah, I know why.

You should have regretted not begging.

Crunch.

With the sound of blood boiling, he starts his last struggle. Stretch out my hands desperately and push my hands and face away. But I didn't even blink and looked straight at his death. And at that moment, a bolt hits his forehead.

The face, which had been laughing unluckily, could not laugh any more.

'Look at me!'

At the moment, the view changes rapidly and the old man's face begins to be seen The old man frowned and began to look closely at my wound and soon called in Yongpal to bring a bandage. Then he stopped bleeding and smiled.

'It's gonna leave a scar. What if I get uglier?'

Are you kidding me? But I was smiling without realizing it. Then the old man tapped me on the cheek and pulled me in and helped me get up soon. I stood up and looked where he was, and I found him, who soon became a cold body.

'Old man, he's still breathing!’

On one side, the dragon calls the old man hurriedly. What Yong-pal was looking at was a woman with a neck wound, but she was still breathing as if she was lucky. When I approached him and looked at his neck, it wasn't a deep wound. However, he lost his mind and was bleeding continuously.

'Leave him alone.

The old man spoke coldly and spat on the floor. It was a silent sign not to save her and the little man. Listening to the old man's words, we remained silent, but our hostility toward the traitor was not erased. But I had to keep them alive.

Stop the bleeding.

Then Yong-pal looked at me with a startling surprise, and the old man looked at me with a firm expression. You're not giving her sympathy? I shook my head strongly denying it.

'Let's drag and go and interrogate him.’

They're already stuck together. No, in fact, it's not even clear whether they belong to the search team. I had to go check my identity correctly and identify myself. If it wasn't for the search team, it was likely to be a spy.

Even if neither of them is applicable, they are the scum that drove the same team member to death. This was exactly what we needed to find out for the victims who were already dead and for the victims that were coming.

Yongpal is a...The old man slowly turns his head and looks up at the sky. Both the young man and the woman were losing their minds, but they tied their hands with a cord for a possible situation.

It's time to go back.

* * * * * * *

When I began to see Eden's front door, I asked Yong-pal.

'Yong-pal.'

'What?'

The dragon-arm who was walking behind me answers quickly and approaches me. Yongpal looked a little tired, but he still had a bright face and the smile he had first met. I raised my hand like a habit and touched the bald head of a dragon's arm.

Is your grandmother there?’

Then Yong-pal flinched and soon bowed his head. At the sight, I looked at the front again with a bitter taste, and we walked for a long time without a word. And a moment later Yong-pal sighed deeply and said to me,

'I grew up under my maternal grandmother. I don't know why you've raised us so well.….’

I saved my breath. Then he listened and slowly wrapped his arms around his shoulders. I could see an old man and Du-sik walking with a giggle in front of me. Du-sik didn't seem to have a hard time holding two people, and the old man pats his butt in praise of Du-sik.

Yong-pal looked at that and laughed, and soon the laughter was turning into a bitter smile.

'I was going to the factory to make a lot of money, and one day I got a phone call. So when I received it, Doo-sik was crying for some reason.’

'No, well, it's a burglar. He picked up a piece of paper and stabbed my grandmother in an alley to steal a penny or two.’

"Well, my grandmother was bleeding to death, and no one helped her. I've been out of breath for an hour...….’

'And when I caught the criminal, he took 4,800 won. 4,800 won! And you know what he said when I asked him why?’

Yongpal was crying even though he was smiling.

'Because they said it was money to buy snacks for our grandchildren! He thought it was a lie, so he stabbed me!'

Yong-pal now erased his smile and frowned. Then he clenched the iron pipe he was holding in tears with his hands. His hands trembled, but Yong-pal was looking at Du-sik with stiff eyes. And the gaze soon came out and headed to Eden, where the old man and his party were.

The dragon had warm eyes like the sun. And far away the sunset passed through the sky.

'You're a good man.’

The dragon mumbled like that.