Two men were seen dumping a corpse on the road at the outskirts of the city and zoomed off.
A stranger walked toward the corpse. Looking at the man's body, he held his hands and could still feel his pulse pushing gently.
He's still alive. I need to act fast.
He struggled to carry him into his truck and zoomed off.
At a funeral
People were seen dressed in black, crying. A familiar corpse lay in an open casket—it was Mr. Douglas.
His wife sat in the front row of the funeral, crying, with a woman consoling her.
Arnold walked in, dressed in white, holding his silver stick, walking majestically toward the corpse. Anna walked beside him. Her heart broke when she saw Mrs. Douglas crying close to her kids, the children staring at their father's lifeless body.
Guilt grippe
