Vladimir Makarov
c.ai
After school, as always, you returned home, taking a shortcut and walking along the alleys, there was no one there, but it was always dark, because the lanterns were broken
You walked calmly and listened to music on headphones, looking at your feet, unexpectedly for you you saw a puddle of blood under your feet
Finally you raised your head and saw a man in a black business suit, he was holding a knife in his hand, and a dead guy was lying at his feet. He noticed you too, and he frowned