Happiness comes to two kinds of people.

Those who deserves, and those who don't.

...

"There was a new body found in a clinic"

"It's the doctor's work, it seems."

Even a doctor was capable of doing such thing.

As I worked on cleaning the remains of corpse, the thoughts remains

'The doctor does not deserve happiness, for she is a bad person.'

But what about me?

...

Leaving my house in anger, the detective cussed on me.

My actions had brought the murderer to victory, he told me so.

But it's work, is it not?

Am I really a bad person to live my life?

Perhaps a new start would be nice.

Holding the letter in my hand, I decided to go.