That morning in the town… hunger consumed its people, while the government feasted. The hard life of a singing man, with his spectral floral harmonica and a small scarlet stained-glass, carried his karma in every note, searching for a fleeting moment of inner peace, a mutual punishment between soul and body.
The homeless man, owner of the park benches where his dreams and eternal rest belonged, watched as the people lived quietly while the government ignored the rampant corruption. He was the arbiter of order, yet did nothing against the dark children of corruption who thrived unchecked. His music did not pay his meals, but the sorrow of others kept his soul alive, offering fleeting joy to those who received it, a distraction in a monotonous, gray, corrupt, and lonely world.
Corruption grew like weeds beside dying plants, and the only truly alive being was the Harmonica Man. One afternoon, a townsperson fell victim to a thief. Then, the harmonica's melody echoed through the fog, the thief panicked, sweating and terrified, suffering a heart attack, while the victim escaped into the void.
When the fog lifted, all they found was the thief's clothing… nothing more. No blood, dust, or hair. Fear spread among the people, but more so the rage at a government worse than the thieves.
A child heard the melody and began humming it. Adults thought it a simple tune, until a man, victim of the thief's death, shook him like a madman, tears streaming down the child's face. The child revealed the song came from the Harmonica Man.
When the townspeople found him, he was covered in blood, his harmonica hanging from his chest, amidst rivers of blood from the government, whose members had vanished, leaving only their clean clothing over the corrupted flesh.
The Harmonica Man spoke for the first time, bearing testament of an ancient pact with a dark being: he must eradicate criminals, consume them, but never harm the townspeople. He killed, ate, and absorbed the blood through his shadow.
Seeing his people suffer, he no longer cared for his own life, choosing to end the corruption that tormented them. The Harmonica Man melted like wax before the eyes of the villagers, leaving his melody of death and justice, crystallizing his work in the park.