Osamu wants to say as he watches a lady running ahead. The woman holds her purse tight against her chest, trying to keep her balance as her heels slip on the fallen leaves of a dusk forest. She often looks back, checking to see if he is still standing in the same spot from moments ago. He is.
Because running is useless but it’s somehow fun to see her trying.
When she’s far enough to be barely seen, Osamu rushes towards her; catching up to the woman in a split second and knocking her down as he passes by.
Screaming is useless, he wants to say as he grabs her neck to keep her on the ground. She kicks and squirms under him, trying to free herself. The woman cries and pleads.
But fighting is also useless, Osamu wants to say as he sinks his fangs into her neck.
