An ancient dark forest surrounded one small hill. The weather was clear that day, and there was a very bright moon in the sky. Only a quiet wind was running between the trees. Through the disturbing rustle of the leaves came the shrill cry of a woman. She was defending herself. He was a very cruel man. His parents' large inheritance had nurtured the seed of evil in his soul. He was a true beast in human form. She was a nurse, she had taken pity on him years ago, she felt that his malice came from weakness and thought she could change things. But she couldn't. On that quiet evening, one soul must free itself from its bodily shell. The soul-crushing anger was silenced in an instant. The branches of the trees tapped soothingly on the window. Terrible fear was replaced in an instant by great sorrow. She would blame herself for a long time. Such is the burden of survivors.