AUTHOR'S NOTE

Felt like it was raining blood. The boy just stood there, staring at his wound.
He tried to speak his last words, but a blade went through his neck before he could do that.
The dark figure looked at his own reflection in the boy's blood. His eyes were smiling behind his bandaged face. He grinned, and moved on to his next victim.
Totally unaware of the shadows lurking over him, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Awards:
The Creativity Awards 2019 (Third Place)
The Sunrise Awards Summer2019 (Fourth Place)
The Bengal Awards 2020 (Third Place)
Most Impressive Rankings:
Psychological: #229 out of 9.01k stories
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Crime: #845 out of 24.2k stories