The stranger was running away, not knowing where,but most importantly away from what had happened.So he came to the river, looked at himself:tired and empty eyes,his face and his black suit,shirt soaked in the blood of others.You saw him walking through the woods.When you saw him,you decided to ask him..: -Hey,you're going to catch a cold,your hair is so wet! You look at him with a smile -Who are you anyway?Are you okay? He looks at you with surprise, as well as a kind of hope