'' Cold Psychic War ''


He killed another one with a single bullet
A bullet of words shot with the speed of light
The person fell dead, not physically but, emotionally
Drawn into the abyss of confusion, drawn into fatal ambiguity
A shriek calling for hope, a scream calling for help
The white phantom has already cut all paths leading to escape
Pointing his gun toward the victim, he made another one fall.
Haven's nightmare has begun, everyone is falling from the waterfall.
Invisible, untouched, invincible.
The survivors thought they have finally found a way to push him away from killing more beings
However, they only ended up having his attention, increasing his hunger for killing the ones opposing him.
Reloading a bullet after another, he aims.
He shoots, he kills
Their blood turned into crimson after it fell on the snow
Sorrow smiling all over the place, the show is over for now.
They knew that staying positive wouldn't do them anything
They knew that they had already lost the cold psychic war from the beginning.