In the night, the ground was covered with corpses, and the walls were stained with blood—marks left by the sword.
The disheveled man spat out a mouthful of blood.
Slowly, he sheathed his sword, walked down one alley after another, and finally sat down before the side door of a temple.
He knocked heavily on the door, and a young woman, barely eighteen years old, appeared. Upon seeing him covered in blood, she let out an "Ah!" and was about to scream, but quick as lightning, he used his sword wrapped in cloth to silence her.
After calming down, the woman asked, "Why have you returned in this state? Hurry inside, don't let anyone see you! If anyone sees you, it'll be trouble."
The man adjusted the baby in his arms.
The woman glanced at the baby and asked, "Dead?"
He shook his head.
"Not dead?" she asked again.
He shook his head once more.
"You don't know?"
