Oedipus could feel something hit him real hard, probably the train, before entering the gate on the track. He felt a little lonely, a little despair, and a little happy during that odd moment when his body contacted the train and the gate.   
[color=DC143C] I wonder how will other see my body or the woman just offered me help? Would our bodies be scattered into many huge parts? Or shredded into million pieces? Would people scream when they saw what happened? Or just stay there, doing their own business? Would people weep for my death? Or will they glad for I was gone?... Maybe this was the promise that the Girl promised me? Is death the only solution?... [/color].

Thought circling in Oedipus mind, until he realizes he is probably still alive. Opening his eyes, Oedipus was filled with the light of the day. The green grass, gentle breeze, and blue sky with almost no cloud. Oedipus could felt himself started to let out a laugh. He is free from everything. Although there is a face that he didn’t prefer much, the cop, and he is looking at the attempted murderer. And with it, the blood thirst come back, urging him to kill, to cause pain and suffer, celebrating this special day. 

His vision started to blur, his heart beat began to race, the adrenaline rushed to into blood. It was a wonderful experience for Oedipus to feel such thing happening, but not now. His breath starts to slow down and his vision started to regain its sharpness. It was a very addictive thing when you do it multiple times. Oedipus was soaked in the experience of losing and gaining, and it makes him happy.Then, a voice from the woman break out in his mind, shattering his odd experience. Oedipus was not surprise nor angry about the woman’s work, for the only thing that he could think of is this woman mad or stupid to joke with a serial killer.

Opening his eyes, with a curve line across his face, Oedipus approached the woman. His hand was closed, holding something that the Ghost Girl had given him. And on the other, the knife still bleeding red. Step by step, Oedipus approached the woman, with a smile on his face. Surely the police is looking for his action, but Oedipus didn't mind small details.
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 “Then, my lady.”[/color] Oedipus bowed to her before looking up. [color=DC143C]“What is your suggestion?"[/color]