Until a figure made a sound in front of him.
"They're dead."
It was then he stopped, releasing the blood-covered rebar, realizing how much his palms hurt—due to the excessive force, his own palms had many cuts that were bleeding.
Not only his palms, his body was also bleeding.
"Kid, come with me." The man looked down at him, "From now on, I will make you superior to others."
"I'm not a child, I have a name." He lifted his face, "My name is Moses."
This was the name given to him by the matron of the orphanage, although after he was adopted, his foster parents had tried to change his name, but in his heart, this was his true name.
"Moses?" The man seemed to be tasting the name, then after a moment, he asked, "Will you come with me?"
He thought about it and nodded.
The man then turned and walked towards the entrance of the alley.