He walked through the corridor with a grin on his face. Blood was dripping through his fingers and knife he held had flesh everywhere. The enmity of years has finally came to an end. The revenge was taken and no one is gonna find this out, he believed.

Sun was gone and he found dark to be safe. But someone followed him, the very witness of his game.  He smiled at his shadow,

“I know you were watching and crime witness are not allowed to be alive”

He kept the knife on his neck and drew the end of his life.

Every time its yourself who is against your (bad!)deeds