The night had fallen.
The night is the perfect time for some and horrible for others. Perfect to rest, dream, and even to forget about the problems that plague us during the mornings, but none of its benefits were adjusted to what was happening at the moment.
A boy, young and with agile legs, ran without giving any rest through the dense black forest. Anyone would think that he was running from something or someone, but the reality was very different.
Inside him was an immense combination of anger and resentment that, added to the knife he hid in his jacket, turned him into an unstoppable killing machine, and unfortunately... He had already found his target.
He longed for this day for years, the day in which he could finally do justice, the day in which he would vent all his anger and
