I dropped the gun as soon as I realized that I had pulled the trigger. The shot scared away all the crows in the area, frightening me as well. Opposite me stood him, with his stupid smile—a smile that always told me wherever he and I went. I noticed blood in the area of his chest and realized that I had hit him. He can't run away or fight back; in a matter of minutes, he will die. My task is complete, but what's this emptiness inside? As if I were not shooting at him, but at myself.