(part 2) There's a hint of desperation in the silence.

The patient, who has no decent skin at all, lays trembling in his bed, watching people putting leeches on his wounds, bit by bit. He has gone through this many times before, but he still feels a flood of terror.

Shu tries to get used to these, even if he is only an assistant this time --- he needn't do that thanks to his injury. Elira helpes him.

待雨停天晴之時（1）在幽暗的地下道，吊燈閃爍著青白冷光，彷彿下一秒就不會再發光，空氣中也瀰漫了一股詭譎的氣息。

遠處傳來重重的喘息聲，伴隨著清脆的高跟鞋踩踏聲。

在這場追逐賽中，前者力氣用盡，雙腿發麻，只能發瘋了一般地向身後亂發子彈，只可惜，這把槍的主人忘記，子彈早在前幾分鐘就用完了，恐懼佔據了大腦的掌控權，只能隨著求生意志不斷無力的掙扎。

可後者不給任何喘息的機會。

電光石火間，隨著男人最後的驚呼，紅色血泉噴湧而出，緋紅的墨水在灰牆上留下誇張奔放的畫作。

“Jesus...跑得還挺快，讓我追了那麼久，早知道乖乖閉眼讓我一刀下去你也能少一些皮肉之痛啊。”

雪白的大衣在風中飄逸，一點一點血液噴散到大衣上，宛如冰天雪地中盛開的紅梅。而比這想像更令人寒顫的，是被濺滿鮮血卻面不改色的男人。