FRANCE 1210 .
UNKNOWN POV .
A young man ran towards a room while panting, his sweat kept falling from his face and his two legs kept aching but he didn't care, he rushed and opened the door of a room while shouting, ''Sister, he is not the same!'' his eyes landed on a body on the floor.
He trembled and fall on the floor, he crawled towards the body and turned it to face him, he gasped when he recognized the body, his tears fall slowly, he was shaking his head, he didn't believe that the person on his arm is dead, ''Wake up, stop joking please.'' he whispered as he hugged the body.
''Ahhhhhh!.'' his screamed echoed, he was late, he hated himself, he blamed himself, if he wasn't late then this couldn't have happened, he wiped his tears and stood up, he walked towards a closet that was i
