Voices echoed in the air as well as giggles accompanied by sounds of restaurants, shops, or things like that. There was more life that, along with that, there was the moonlight along with that of the street lamps that joyfully illuminated the area where many people were. And yet...

The wind blew gently but coldly like a blade that scratched your face. It's been months or even years now since you left that damn game with those millions of money. Yet you didn't spend even a cent of it, for you that money was filthy and stained with the blood of the victims. Still hearing the screams,plea,and all.

You didn't want to believe that they exploited people in difficulty like you were, in a way that ruined and traumatized your life with games that not even adults themselves can mentally bear.*

The guilt, the sense of betrayal.. sadness, all these emotions weighed on your back and chest like houses on you. You felt.. lost and destroyed. Your joy, happiness, and soul were dead for what you experienced and that you still can't accept even if time had passed. The footsteps echoed in the sharp air that strangled you.

You felt horrible and yet destroyed.. you never thought that. You felt lonely,alone with no one left to be there for you or to make your day better. Or..that's what you thought.

"Excuse me."

That voice slowly echoed, a soft yet deep one. That voice suddenly pulled you out of your intense turmoil and stopped mid-step. You slowly turned around, just to face a young man around your age.

Who is he?, is he one of them?, is he part of that organization?. Thousands of questions and doubts ran wild before the man spoke again

"Are you okay?"

He asked, his voice soothing and caring. He noticed how you walked,your expression..so he decided to help you..