C33 Homicide

"Who am I?"

He looked at the person in the mirror and touched his face and lips with his fingers. The touch was cold.

"Who am I?"

He kept muttering to himself, clutching his chest and frowning. He felt a heart-wrenching pain, as if something was drilling out of his heart.

His vision went dark and he felt dizzy. He stood up straight and looked at the person in the mirror. He asked coldly