Death is a rather broad concept — everyone will imagine the meaning of this word in their own way if asked. And, of course, any death not given by fate itself will be a fatal mistake for the person who committed this crime... He will certainly be punished. But is it such a terrible thing to give death to someone who needs it?

The little creature in my hands squeaked in agony, flapping only one wing, its second wing was broken. The bright light blinded it, it would never have been able to save itself, although if it had intelligence, I’m sure it would really like to stay alive. The innocent body of the poor thing falls from my open palm onto the floor — a cold, tiled floor. The bat squeaks again, even though the lights are off in the dorm bathroom. CRACK! The animal no longer screams. It fell silent suddenly, not of Its own free will, but it definitely needed this. I lift my boot — underneath it reveals a mess of tissues and other organic substances that made up the bat during life. It would no longer have the opportunity to suffer.

I hear a subtle rustling behind me and then turn around. I meet your gaze... how long did you stand here and how much did you see?

«Oh.. Hello.»