He grabbed the man by the neck and stabbed him. He stabbed from a slanted angle right through the ribs before pulling the knife out and stabbing once again.

He twisted his wrist, feeling the space between the ribs widening, before pulling out the knife.

A heavy breath escaped his slightly open mouth. The air that entered through his nose felt itchy.

The air passed through his airways and sank deep. It got stuck in various parts of his lungs as though it had viscosity.

He started running out of breath. The inhaling breath circulated around his throat before leaving.

He put down the knife and turned around. For a moment, he lost focus. His throat suddenly tightened up as though he had gotten a strong hit on the chest.

He bent down his waist and blocked his mouth with both of his hands and looked around. A corpse that didn’t contain a single sign of life was right in front of his eyes. This was now murder that contained clearly intent, not homicide resulting from a mistake.

If he got caught, he would spend a dozen years in prison at least and a life sentence at worst.

He thought back to what happened a long time ago. Back then, he killed a person due to a mistake. He spent many sleepless nights after that, having illusions about the police suddenly barging into his house and...