Knight of Shadows

In the solemn, terrifying silence of the morgue, alone among the cold refrigerators of the dead, I entered the dissection room. There it was-the body, lying peacefully on its bed. But something felt strange: there was someone else with us in the room. The corpse surely wanted to tell me something! I moved closer and gently placed my hand on its head. What is this strange energy? Yes-now I can see! The man to whom this body belonged is crying bitterly, clutching someone's leg, begging for forgiveness. His face looks pale, drained of strength despite his muscular frame. Then, out of nowhere, two men appeared and grabbed him firmly while a third injected him with something. Still, he kept crying, screaming, pleading to be released; but his body grew fragile the moment he was injected. What is this pain? My head hurts so much. I can't breathe. What is happening to me?!