Dan was about to leave, his face set on an unknown fate, when he spotted four men with familiar features in the crowd. They were hidden among the crowd, behind the backs of the authorities, smiling the same smile he had seen the last moment before his death. They didn't move a muscle, they didn't seem worried... Their presence there was a display of boundless cruelty.
It was then that Dan realized that this world left no choice*: kill or be killed. He followed them quietly until their footsteps led him into a dark, bleak alley. Then his voice rose: "How did you feel... stabbing a human to death?"
The men turned slowly, staring at him in surprise, then one of them burst out sarcastically: "Who are you, stranger?!"
Dan smiled faintly and said, "I'm just a ghost... a ghost of your own making."
One of them stepped forward, drew his dagger, gleaming in the moonlight, and pointed it at Dan's chest. But Dan was no longer the naive boy who had died in the restaurant; His new body moved with surprising agility as he whispered, "... no... not again."
Dodging the stab with a surprising move, he snatched a knife hidden in his opponent's belt and plunged it directly into his neck. The man fell, choking on his blood, while the eyes of the remaining three glared. They all rushed at Dan at once, but met the same fate... death.
Dan was surprised as he watched how he had taken down four men with ease and with moves he had never known in his life.
Is this me?
Dan stood amidst the four bodies, panting, blood dripping from his hands. But for the first time, he felt relieved. He approached one of the dead, searched his pockets, and took his money. He walked into the restaurant, sat down at the table, and looked up at the owner: "... a glass of juice, please."
The woman trembled, staring at him in surprise: "Don't you know someone was killed right here, right under your feet?"
Dan smiled bitterly, his eyes moving to the spot where his body had lay, "I know… I know very well."