00. Memories of that day

That day was the day I committed my first murder.

Falling down with blood flowing in front of my eyes

When I saw my father, I broke out in a cold sweat and took a step back.

I'm 20 years old,

The age at which one is no longer a juvenile offender.

I don't know what kind of guts he had to kill his father,

I have no regrets.

What was tying me down endlessly

It was like it disappeared.

But I didn't have the confidence to take care of the rest.

"What do we do now?"

I quickly wiped the blood off the floor

The body was placed in a large bag.

And throw away the blood-stained clothes

After changing into clean clothes,

Take a shovel and a bag with the body in it

Headed towards the back mountain.

How far up the mountain have we climbed?

Carrying a heavy bag without thinking

As I was going up, it started to snow.

"Let's ask here."

I don't know why I even thought about abandoning a corpse,

Since I had already gone that far, I started digging the ground with a shovel.

Enduring the cold like that

How much ground did they dig?

Male-

I heard someone talking nearby.

" .... "

I swallowed dry saliva

The body was quickly placed in the ground and buried.

"I don't know anything."

"Now I can live a normal life like everyone else."

I brainwash myself

I quickly went down the mountain.

rustle-

I was secretly watching from behind a tree

A man came out.

"It's funny, the sloppy nature of it is also quite cute."

"What kind of expression will he make if I bring that body back?"

"I'm curious, should I try it?"

He raised the corners of his mouth

I looked at the ground where the body was buried.

"Or should I just close my eyes this once..."

"On hold for now~"

He whistled excitedly

I went down the mountain.