It was just after my night shift, walking back to my dormitory, dead tired. Although the road is quite dim, walking down this street everyday, I don’t really care.

It was then that I feel a stabbing sharp pain from my flank. Looking back only to see a man in a hood staring back with a knife in his hand penetrating into me. He draws it back, only to put it back in another place. I tried to fight back and call for help but in a place like this, no one would hear. Now, in my head, I was thinking that it was a regret dying like this.

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The pain and the cold of the night, perhaps from blood loss, is overcoming my consciousness. I did see the robber getting my things away with him. At that time I really wish for his suffering.