Entering the alley, I heard footsteps behind me. I frowned and quickened my pace.

"Miss, Miss, wait for me, Miss!" The woman ran and gasped, catching up with me in no time.

I was about to run, but I heard a thud from behind: "Miss, Immortal Sister, I beg you, don't go."

I turned around and saw the middle-aged lady from the station kneeling on the ground. This was trouble.

Seeing me turn back, she cried and called me Immortal Sister.

Immortal Sister? I couldn't help but laugh. In our place, people called me the Disaster Star or Monster. I was more accustomed to those names.

"Immortal Sister, please, help me find my child, Immortal Sister." The middle-aged lady was about to kowtow, but I reached out and stopped her.

"I can't help you."

The middle-aged lady looked incredulous. "Immortal Sister, at the station, you said he died at the second intersection, and he did die there. You are the Immortal Sister. Please help me."

"I'm not an Immortal Sister, I can't help you." I repeated.

The middle-aged lady sat on the ground, her face full of despair. She looked at the ground and said, "I've been searching for them for twenty years. They told me to stop looking, maybe... but I don't believe it, I don't believe it."

"I don't have much time left, I just want to see them before I die." She rolled up her sleeve, revealing the hospital wristband.

"I haven't done anything wrong in my whole life. I just want to see my child, my child. Immortal Sister, please."

As I looked at the woman crawling toward me and grabbing my pants, I seemed to see that woman from back then. She begged them not to take me away in the same way, but was kicked aside.

"Let me try. Don't get your hopes up too much."

After all, I was good at killing, but I had never been good at saving people.