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Chapter I: Back Alley Meeting Part 5.1

✪ Chapter I: Back Alley Meeting Part 5.1 ✪

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I stood in a daze.

My right arm was heavy, as if taken by a demonic spirit.

Blood - who knows whose - dripped off the end of the knife,

making stains on the floor.

Father collapsed on top of mother.

I saw the two overlapping corpses as leaving no room

for me to come between, and it irritated me.

He clung onto mother to his last moments.

Father saw nothing but mother.

A life without her was too painful for him.

Right. So this is for the best.

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I slowly backed away.

Then I noticed that the door to the other room remained half-open.

Father’s room.

To be exact, father and the woman who was once mother’s room.

I couldn’t take my eyes off the crack in the door.

My heart beat fast, yet steady.

There was a sweet scent unlike mother’s coming from the room.

As if being pushed from behind, I opened the door

with my knife-holding hand and stepped inside.

All I could hear was the creaking of the door.

The room was filled with the sweet scent.

Enough to make you choke.

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It was very dark inside.

There was a single bed along the far wall.

A candle on a table cast an unreliable light

on the interior of the cramped room.

On the table were plates and bowls,

as well as a thin cylindrical object.

Smoke fumed out of one end,

and I knew that it was a smoking pipe.

Father’s, I suppose.

This was where the sweet scent came from.

I sluggishly walked to the bed.

Things were scattered all over the floor, so I could trip if I wasn’t careful.

I reached the bed and sat down.

It was harder than my bed, and uncomfortable to sit on.

Did they give the good bed to me?

Thinking that made it hard to breathe.

I couldn’t know for sure anymore.

I gazed at the smoke from the pipe.

Soon, I felt like I saw a vision through the smoke.

A smiling father, mother, and me.

We looked like a happy family.