November 21st, 2002. It was a cold night with a freezing breeze traveling through the empty streets of Yorkan city. The sky was a dark one empty of stars and the only thing that showed the way through the dark alleys was the shining moon that lurked above the city. In the eastern section where the middle class lived, there was a building in a good condition consisting of 12 floors, on the sixth floor there was a man inside the apartment that lurked over the dark alleyway. A beautiful apartment that showed how much the owner took care of it, portraits of a couple, friends and family hanging on the white painted walls. Everything seemed normal except for the man.

While breathing heavily, drops of sweat were rolling down his face and forehead, his body was trembling as his eyes were getting teary, he looked at the pool of blood under him, tasting the iron in the atmosphere.

"I...i... I didn't mean to!!!"

Stepping back on the pool of blood, he turned his attention to the woman in front of him. The woman looked like a snowflake with white skin and dark hair, as if she had been out in the cold all night. Her dress was dressed in fancy white that changed to red as the blood seeped in, and she wore fancy jewelry around her neck; after all, it was a special occasion. She stared blankly at the man with an expression of anger, fear, and betrayal in her eyes, but not breathing due to a knife stabbed into her chest.

While thinking over and over what he had done, the man looked down at his hands.

"I didn't mean to ... It wasn't my intention to hurt her... I didn't mean to ..."

While he kept breathing faster and faster as his heart beat so fast that he was almost certain that it would stop, but it didn't because no matter how hard he tried, he was unable to recall how the act of killing happened. Then, a soothing breeze entered the room from the window on the left side, and a cold breeze made him blink out of it, and he wiped the tears from his eyes. Oddly, his hands and clothes were all clean, with only his shoes being stained.

"I have to get out of here... Christina... I'm sorry-"

Suddenly, footsteps could be heard outside of the apartment, a couple of people were approaching the room from outside and the man had to react quickly, strangely he wasn't panicking at all as he quickly approached the window and looked out of it, there was the fire escape stairs, he jumped out of the apartment not looking back and landed on the rusty stairs making a sharp sound, he had to be careful on these rusty stairs... But what was the point now? He stopped moving and stood still wondering about the reason he escaped.

"My lover is dead... My love Christina... There's no point in escaping... No purpose anymore... I killed her with my own hands... Why am I escaping now?... Wh-"

It was because he was trying to remember that his head started to hurt, making him drop to one knee as he gritted his teeth. In the midst of this situation, he began to feel uneasiness, he asked himself a few questions.

"Why can't I remember? Why did I kill Christina? Why now? Why in my place?... Who are these people outside of my apartment?.. wait... Why are my clothes strangely that clean-" 

With a yell, he cut off his thoughts, a small tear escaping the corner of his eye.

"UGH!!!"

From the inside of the apartment, a loud noise could be heard. The door must've been broken, and the people entered screaming immediately.

"Police!!"

After blinking for a moment, the man realized that if he didn't leave now, it would all be over. Despite not wanting to flee, he felt a burden in his heart that pushed him to flee. In an instant, he sprang up and ran down the stairs.

He reached the second floor only to discover the ladder was no longer there - looking at the rusty stairs, it must have been stolen by someone. Seeing that he was stuck, he widened his eyes. His heart skipped a beat abruptly upon hearing a yell above.

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"This way!! He must've escaped through the fire stairway!"

The men coming down the stairs made him realize that he was about to be captured, but he couldn't just throw in the towel. As he looked up, he felt his heartbeat increase as he realized he was about to be captured. Aside from the dirty sewer rats passing through the mud and piles of water from the rain this morning, no one was around in the alleyway. Besides the trash pile, there was nothing else.

The man shook his head in a split second while looking down at the trash pile, his fair skin was now wet from the sweat that was running down his neck and he felt tightness and heaviness around his neck as the sweat coursed down his chest.

"It's either now… or never!"

In that moment, he leapt from the second floor only to land on the trash bin as he could feel every drop of blood and fibre of his skin. Was it something to do with the excitement or with fear? 

He couldn't hold back the pain the moment he landed, as images were now engulfing his thoughts... it wasn't just Christina. Although it wasn't the first death, it was one of the most peaceful. The things he saw made him vomit.

"Blaaaah!!!"

His throat almost seized up as he choked on what remained from the vomit. As the pain abated, he was unable to stand up, due to confusion and the disgusting smells that filled his nose and lunges that came from the trash pile.

The men above him stopped on the second floor, speechless for a moment before one of them spoke up.

"It's over miles… even if you run away now, we'll find you and we'll arrest you."

In a fit of frustration, Miles wiped the vomit from his mouth with the sleeve of the fascinating black suit that showed how important this night was supposed to be, but it was now soaked with sweat. At that moment, Miles felt dizzy and stood up after recognizing the man who spoke to him. He didn't reply and immediately began running out of the alleyway, but his steps were shaky and they seemed as though he was about to fall down.

Even though the police officers around him were around the same height as him, the man who spoke earlier to miles was wearing an unusually long brown coat that distinguished him from the rest. As he moved his hand through his long golden hair and spoke to himself, he displayed signs of pain and guilt. 

"Damnit miles… why did it have to be like that?.."

In the meantime, Miles approached his car located across the street from the dark alley. The 1968 Ford Mustang looked in good shape; its black color reflected the streetlights. His hands covered the car keys with a tight grip as he quickly opened the door and stepped inside, closing the door and ripping off a chunk of his suit.

"Fucking hell."

As Miles looked at his torn sleeve, he took a deep breath to summon some calm since his cheeks appeared rather swollen, his black hair covered the majority of his forehead, and it seemed sticky due to sweat. Pulling down the window as Miles spoke to himself, he tied back his hair in a ponytail, not happy with the warm and heavy feeling of the air in the car.

"Knowing detective Robinson, he won't come after me immediately… why the fuck does it even matter? Fuck, fuck, Fuck."

His eyes became filled with tears as he began to cry silently; his rough hands wearing old bruises trembled as he turned on the ignition, making a loud noise before the car began to move.

"I… I need to go now… only one place will take me in."

Having said that, miles began driving through the streets all the way to the middle section of the city, where all the lower class lived alongside the homeless.

He parked next to an old apartment that was in a bad state. It looked as if it would fall down any moment. After getting out of the car, Miles opened the trunk, in which he found two guns and a baseball bat. In addition to the sheets, he picked up a 2000 model pistol, which was loaded and in excellent condition. As soon as he closed the trunk, he placed the gun under his suit jacket, and then he covered the vehicle with sheets. After that, he walked up to the apartment and reached the door, he held one hand towards it making it into a fist and was about to knock when unexpectedly, In response to the door opening, he took a step back and reached the inner side of his suit jacket with his other hand, his rigid face relaxing as he recognized the one who opened it, he moved his hand back down before speaking.

"Sir… I'm glad to see you."

A tall and thin man held the door handle, his head almost reaching the top of the doorway. He was wearing a white tank top stained with sweat and long brown pajamas, and he was barefooted. Due to his age, he had wrinkles all over his face and was completely bald. His green eyes watched miles only to make a small chuckle as he opened the door wider and spoke with a caring tone.

"Robinson called me, said you got yourself mixed up in some complicated stuff. Come in kid."

The sound of clicking accompanied miles as he stepped onto the wood floor of the apartment. The floor was in a bad state along with the paint on the walls; the apartment didn't seem to be able to handle any more rain this year. The old man, named Jeffery closed the door behind them and led miles towards the guest room, it was a small cozy room with a couch set on the middle and a TV in front of it, the TV was on playing a soccer match and a couple of snacks were on the table that was set in front of the couch. Miles climbed onto the couch and sat down, covering his face with his arm as his ripped sleeve became even more evident.

Crossing his arms behind the couch, Jeffery sat down and spoke seriously, which was quite different from his earlier tone.

"Now that you're in my place, I'm also mixed up in your mess… so how about you tell me what happened, miles?"

It felt as if his heart was being squeezed by the unknown force, but it was only his imagination; he couldn't endure the sensation.

'maybe… maybe I'll feel better if I tell him everything… from the beginning…'

After setting up, Miles removed his suit jacket and red tie then laid them on the couch before responding in a hesitant and shaky voice.

"Then… let me take you back to the start… the thing that set the chain of events… "

Having felt that he was being misunderstood, Jeffery replied before Miles continued.

"I meant tonight… what exactly happened tonight.."

Miles was struck by an intense feeling of guilt as he recalled Christina, the poor, innocent woman. After taking a deep breath, he answered.

"That's the whole thing… I don't know what happened and that's why I need you to understand everything from the beginning… it started a couple of months ago.."

On the walls of that room where pictures that were hung up, if one took a closer look, he could recognize Miles, Robinson, Jeffrey and Christina, who were holding up their badges as they smiled for the camera, they were close to each other.