Redo of a Romanceless Author’s Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth

Chapter 116.

Chapter 116. An Angel of Death Descends to the Earth.

Today was the beginning of a new year. I headed home after work, minding my own business as usual.

It was another snowy day like any other. There weren't any strong gusts of wind today. Only a gentle light snow as it slowly fluttered to the ground.

It was dark out already. The street lamps were working perfectly tonight. The ground was well lit. 

The sidewalk had been cleared, though a new thin layer of snow had already piled up. It wasn’t tightly packed together and the weak flow of air generated by moving my foot forward was enough to blow it to the side.

It was about minus twenty degrees Celsius out. For me, that was considered pretty warm. Warm enough I didn’t even have to zip up my jacket or bother with wearing gloves and a scarf because I’d actually start to sweat at this temperature.

In other cities, they might think I was some sort of lunatic or something, but they’d just never lived somewhere that was truly cold.

There weren’t any cars passing by, the street was completely devoid of life. It was just that sort of city.

A dead city where you often wondered if anyone really lived there. It was peaceful though. Quiet even. But that didn’t mean there was no crime.

It did have crime, and it was actually quite bad. It was a city known to have one of the highest homicide rates in the country. One wouldn’t ever think that when looking at the place. Unless you went out of your way to look up the statistics, you’d probably live your entire life in this city in complete ignorance.

You’d be a fool to be deceived by the peaceful exterior. There was always something dangerous lurking in the shadows. I just knew how to avoid trouble.

You had to constantly watch your back when walking these streets at night. You never knew when you’d be jumped and mugged or find a knife in your back.

For some that might sound scary. But it was the sort of life I was accustomed to. It wasn’t a big deal to me.

As my eyes were usually on the ground, it was rare that I’d take the time to look up and just watch the clouds or moon in the night sky when walking home for an extended period of time.

That was why I never saw it coming.

A white-haired angel of death who fell from the sky.

Yes, a girl fell from the sky. But it wasn’t any sort of fateful encounter like in those stories you often read or maybe even shows you watched growing up. 

Rather, it was something straight out of a bloody horror story.

Plop.

Our first and only encounter was that.

The sound of bones breaking.

The sound of internal organs exploding.

A neck, snapping. 

The back of someone’s skull shattering and flying to pieces.

Blood gushed out and stained the snow an eerie crimson hue.

I watched it indifferently without even reacting.

A woman with her hair dyed pure white, now dyed the color of her own blood.

Her body was disfigured.

Her eyes, wide open.

I let out a small sigh and bent down in front of her.

I placed two fingers over her silver-colored eyes and shut them on her behalf since she could no longer do so on her own.

Without calling for help, I simply walked away.

She was a goner.

Let’s say she did somehow survive if I called help. She’d only live on suffering as a cripple.

May she rest in peace.

I stood back up like nothing ever happened and continued walking as if nothing ever happened.

She was dead and no longer moving.

The only difference between us right now was that my body was still moving.