I make it out alive. I escaped,but my soul will always be there. I had lost it there. I shake my head. No,I didn’t. My soul is still there,but my innocence or my belief that everyone is good and pure are gone forever.

In this place,I have seen people dying and death people. This city is known to be hunted for so long,and yet,nobody told me why. After this,I understand. Now,I understand it so deeply.

People believe in the stupid idea that if they kill each other of bring other people to kill,they would be free. But in reality,they just had to walk a little more -like I did- and reach the end of it.

The City of Death will remain forever into my mind,suck there. It is painful to think about it,especially now,when it had just happened. But time heal,and I had learn something from it.

I continue to walk,trying to ignore it. The quiet sound of death.