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It was 12:13 p.m. The dim atmosphere was illuminated only by the unstable flickering of streetlights. Occasionally, a dog's howl could be heard in the distance, breaking the silence of the night under the pale moonlight.
The street was dead; not a single motorist passed by. Only a motorcycle sat neatly parked in a dark corner, as if waiting for its owner who never arrived.
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The sound of black boots echoed across the silent highway. She walked gracefully in a tight, knee-length white dress that hugged her slender figure. Her long hair danced in the night breeze, while a small watch hung on her left wrist.
In her right hand, she held a single red rose. However, the rose carried no fragrance; instead, a deep red stain dripped from it, creating a trail like raindrops of blood across the deserted asphalt.
The black boots continued their march, entering a narrow, silent alley before finally stopping under the dim glow of the lamp.
He stood frozen, staring straight ahead with a blank stare. His brown eyes looked empty, as if his soul wasn't there. His thin lips trembled slightly, holding back something suffocating, until, without realizing it, a single tear rolled down his cheek.
Right in front of him, a man collapsed in a state of disarray. He leaned back limply, his right hand covering his eyes, as if refusing to look at the world.
The white shirt she wore was now stained with a contrasting red stain, while her black jeans were covered in dust and dirt. A deep cut was visible on her left arm. However, what was most unnerving was her breathing, which remained calm and even, as if this chaos were a familiar occurrence.
The woman approached slowly, stopping right next to the man's head. From her position, she lowered her head deeply, observing the long, gaping cut on his left arm with an unreadable gaze.
She bent slightly to examine the face still hidden beneath the palm of her hand. At the same time, the faint sound of hurried footsteps could be heard in the distance, as if their time was running out. However, the woman remained unmoved. With a gentle movement, she reached out her right hand and placed a rose still dripping with thick blood on his body as a sign of farewellβor perhaps a message.
The woman stood up straight again. She stepped back, slowly disappearing into the darkness of the hallway that seemed to swallow her whole. Shortly after his figure disappeared, the sound of footsteps, which had been heard from a distance, reached the entrance of the narrow passage.
"Mathius!" one of them shouted, his voice breaking at the sight of the body slumped under the dim light.
The four menβKevin, Juanda, Ale, and Yunusβwere momentarily stunned. Hearing the scream, they immediately focused their gazes in the same direction and ran as fast as they could toward Mathius, who remained motionless, still covering his eyes with his hand as if oblivious to the commotion around him.
"Mathius! You...!" Ale rushed over. He quickly pulled the hand covering the man's eyes away to check on him. "Hey, he's fainted!" Ale shouted frantically to his friends.
"Huh? Is that true, Le?" Yunus replied in disbelief as he ran over as well.
Under the dim light of the hallway, the four gathered: Yunus, Ale, Kevin, and Juanda. They stared blankly at Mathius, who lay helplessly, not far from a red rose still soaked in a thick liquid.
"Yes, he's fainted! Although I don't know for sure why, I assure you he's truly unconscious!" Ale replied, his voice trembling with worry.
"We have to take him to the hospital right now. Immediately!" Kevin gave a firm instruction as he began to hold Mathius's body to lift it.
Yunus and Ale immediately agreed. They began to work together to lift Mathius's limp body, trying to get him out of the dark alley as quickly as possible.
Juanda remained motionless in his place. His eyes were fixated on the red rose that had fallen from Mathius's body. He bent down, picked up the flower, still dripping with a deep red stain, and examined it with a sharp, searching gaze.
After putting the flower away, Juanda turned his gaze toward the dark alley aheadβwhere the mysterious woman had disappeared. His expression remained impassive, but his mind seemed to be analyzing the connection between this bloody rose and the figure who had just been there.
Without wasting any more time, Juanda immediately stepped away to join his friends who had already carried Mathius.
Shortly after the five young men left, the alley fell silent again. However, suddenly, a pair of black boots slowly emerged from the pitch-black darkness. The figure stood frozen under the dim light, staring silently at their car as it began to move away.