When Dan returned home, his mother was horrified to see him covered in blood. She rushed to him, her voice trembling. "Dan, oh my God! What happened to you?"
"I'm fine, Mom... The blood isn't mine. The milk... It fell out, just like that body did."
He rushed to his room and closed the door behind him. He went to the bathroom to wash himself, trying to wash the blood from his clothes, but the blood was also clinging to his thoughts. He lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, questions he couldn't answer running through his mind.
That man who had fallen in front of him... Did he have a family waiting for him? Did he have dreams that didn't come true? Was he murdered, or did he choose to give himself up?
Dan felt he was one step closer to his end... a step that could have taken his life.
Moments later, he left his room to see the concern in his family's eyes. He smiled to dispel their fear and said, "I'm fine... I'm sorry to worry you."
The next morning, he couldn't resist his curiosity. He asked nearby shopkeepers about the man. One of them replied sadly, "He was a father of three... His wife died a few months ago in an accident, and he couldn't bear the loss. He lost his mind and jumped off the top of the building."
Dan felt a silent shock, then looked down at the ground, anger burning in his heart: "Humans are selfish... They run away from life and leave their loved ones behind, scattered and lost."
He left the place and hurried back, but the thought of the three children remained in his mind: What would happen to them now?
As he walked, lost in thought, he heard screams coming from a nearby restaurant. He cautiously pushed open the door and saw four men shouting at a woman and her young son, who was trembling as he served them food.
"Get out of here!" the mother shouted. "This place is for my family, not for thugs."
They burst into mocking laughter. Then Dan walked over quietly. He sat down at a nearby table and said loudly, "A glass of juice, please, ma'am."
The men stopped laughing and stared at him. One of them approached and placed a heavy hand on Dan's shoulder, saying sarcastically, "What are you doing, boy? Didn't you hear us talking? Or are you tired of your life?"
Dan replied calmly, "I did. I heard the owner of the restaurant ask you to leave... and that's enough for me."
He stood up slowly, looking them in the eye without fear. "Now... I want to drink my juice in peace. Please leave."
The man smiled contemptuously, then walked over to his companions. In an instant, they pulled out their shining daggers and stabbed Dan... stab after stab. The steel pierced his flesh five times, until he collapsed to the ground.
As his body fell, drenched in blood, a faint smile spread across his lips
and he Whisper:
"...I haven't drunk my juice yet."
Then he sank into the silence of death.