LIFE OF A KILLER

In a dark alley, a homeless young man was drinking while leaning against a wall. People rarely passed by the alley, except pedestrians that needed to walk through the place.

A young girl of about eighteen years was dressed in her school uniform, carrying a backpack on her back. She was holding a shopping bag in her left hand as she skipped towards him.

“Hamiya, have you eaten?” She asked, squatting down to his level.

He smiled and shook his head, letting her wipe the dirt away from his face with her handkerchief. Even though he was homeless, with just his backpack to show for his belongings, he was still handsome. He was so good looking that everyone thought it was a waste for such a handsome, young man to choose the streets as a place of residence. His face had a boyish handsomeness, and his body was lithe and muscled. He was one of the few people with eight pack abs. And not even his dirty, baggy, and faded clothes could hide it.

“Why do you always refuse to work? Lazy people can't