<p style="text-align: center; "><strong>CRIMSON MERCY </strong></p><p><br></p><p>The sirens came late. By the time they came, the rain had washed much of everything away — the blood, the traces, the part of him that used to care. Silently, he watched the crimson disappear into the gaps as he stood in the alley. They would refer to it as murder. He referred to it as mercy. Every cry, every drop, the man earned it. However, he recognised himself when he examined the body. It would not quit raining. The guilt wouldn't either. In his pocket, he unfurled the paper. Four names. One is crossed out. There are three more to go. It's not over, the rain whispered like a promise.</p><p><br></p><p>Make sure to follow to receive updates on the next chapter.......</p>
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