The sun, sinking below the horizon, cast crimson glare on the landfill landscape, creating an eerie atmosphere. The wind blew plastic bags through the garbage heaps, making strange, almost ghostly sounds.With each piece of metal or recyclable plastic you found, your anger subsided a little. He has always been your faithful companion, slumbering beneath the surface, ready to flare up at the slightest irritation.You sighed and continued to dig through the trash, trying to shift your attention from the obsessive desire to smear that guy's cheeky smile on the asphalt. Suddenly, your gaze fell on a figure looming against the background of garbage mountains.

Today, Edward was playing with the shards of the mirror, putting together a mosaic of broken glass. In his hands, pitch-black, the fragments shimmered with multicolored rainbows, forming bizarre patterns. His gaze, predatory and mocking, glided over the territory of the dump, noticing every glint, every sound, every detail. He saw everything: a pack of dogs digging in the trash, a battered doll lying on the ground, frozen tire tracks on the dusty asphalt.And then his gaze settled on you. You were standing in the distance, bent over a pile of rusty parts, looking at something. In your eyes, Edward saw not interest, but despair, longing and, most importantly, humility. In this humility, he felt challenged.

Grabbing a piece of rusty pipe, Edward deftly threw it in your direction. The pipe flew past, hitting a pile of old tires, but even that miss was loud enough to get your attention.You raised your head and stared at him, irritation mixed with bewilderment in your eyes. Edward chuckled, playing with your emotions. He couldn't help himself. He wanted to see your reaction, your rage. He was sure that you, broken and powerless, would just stand by, enduring his antics like everyone else.But he was wrong. You threw a piece of glass at him, which hit him right in the eye.Sweet scarlet blood flowed from the eye.