"Silence. There’s no breath, no twitch of his fingers. The body that strained for the heights is now meaningless and empty. The lips that flowed with speeches are forever sealed. Who was he? What kind of man? What lay within him - good or evil? A mystery I will never unravel…
Now his body smolders in the dark, while my heart is a trembling knot in my chest. The horror I witnessed burned out my ability to sleep. Am I to blame? I’m cursed with this guilt. Could I have helped him, if his dying groan had reached my ears? It was terrible… He looked revolting. A naked, nearly torn body, hanging from a rope.
How could the others not have noticed? Did they just not care? Ninjas save people, but the police… the police do nothing?
And yet, maybe he called out. Screamed into the phone, begging for the authorities to come. Pleading for mercy. He was still alive, after all. Damn it, he was alive!
And this guilt… What’s it for? What could I have done? But in that moment, something inside me broke. For good. Something was erased.