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I tried to hold his wound but it was no used. His blood was all over my clothes, my hands, and his face. I called his name but he didn’t reply. He was gone. I lost him. My heart was broken to so many pieces. I was deeply hurt so I couldn’t cry anymore. I let his body down to the ground and came to the killer body. The killer was not dead yet. The killer face looked very familiar to me but I couldn’t think of anything except the need to kill her. She stared at me and tried to say something but I couldn’t get it. My grudge to her was so huge that I took the knife that she dropped during the fight and continuously stabbed to her body until she was dead completely. I decided to come in the studio room. I need time to calm myself down. Moreover, what if there were some more killers in this building so I had to find a shelter at least at this time.
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