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I walked down the hall.
And saw an old man lying on a bed.
"He's been in a deep coma since the war," Astrid said.
"He was a true warrior."
"Really? I've never.. seen that man in my entire life."
"Oh well." She sighed.
"I've never asked your name, have I?" I said to her.
"You can call me Astrid," she replied.
I felt… something wrong in that room.
As if it was filled with—
It's nothing. Maybe the paralysis is just creeping into my mind.
I rubbed my eyes and carefully watched Astrid as she used her magic to replenish the old man with nutrients, water, and minerals.
I sat, waiting for her to leave.
Wait—does this classify as a murder…?
No—it shouldn't.
I guess I'm too late for that.
I've already decided what to do.