Guilt
The dark sky was hanging above her head, so low that she could reach out and touch it.
She was standing on the city wall. Beside her, shackled people lined up on the edge of the wall, standing tremblingly with their backs leaned against nothing but air.
These people were ragged, dirty, and covered with wounds.
Their faces were blank.
Their eyes were full of despair.
Their gazes pointed at her. She shuddered before them.
In front of them, a row of soldiers posed, holding their guns.
Their expressions were cold and indifferent, as they awaited the order for execution.
The crackling, the scorching sound of the flames, the flames spreading from the bottom to the top, everyone's faces were dyed golden, so hot that she was sweating all over.
She suddenly realized what was about to happen.
She wanted to shout; she couldn't.
She struggled to move; she failed.