A Beautiful Night

A four walls filled with darkness in every corner, and only a fainting lamp placed on a wooden table, emitted rays of light, falling on the face of Collin who sat on a chair. In his hand, there was a lighter that he clicked open every now and then, adding to the numbered light rays there were.

Not too far from him, but somewhere the light of the lamp couldn't reach, came the noise of a man groaning in pain and various solid objects clamoring against him. "Please... don't... don't kill me. Ah!"

Collin remained calm hearing the man getting battered with rods and human legs. He kept fidgeting with the lighter that he held in his hand.

"Boss! looks like he is going to die if we keep beating him like this," said one of the men.

Collin again lights up the lighter and brings it in their direction, and looks at the scene with utter sereneness on his face. A man lay on the floor half dead, and several other gang members surrounded him with tools in their hands. "But he hasn't opened his mouth