With a bright and warm beam of the sun peering on the face of Silver, he squinted, and dryly woke up from a two-hour sleep he had acquired.
The night before this peaceful sunshine, he was in deep thinking, but lost of thoughts, making him hard to rest and get to sleep. Instead, he was devoured by a lot of worries, a lot of fears.
To think about what would happen today, no one was sane enough to relax.
It will never be an exciting idea.
To kill, was not a joy.
To watch one dying, was never a thrill he would want to experience.
But then here he is: Waking up, opening his eyes, breathing the today's morning, and preparing for the shrilling event.
Preparing to kill.
The moment that he realized that the fresh scent of morning would soon turn a scent of bloodbath, he shivered.
