Danger Receiver
Danger, a word she would call, emerged itself from the very ferocious animal of his mind. Much of his skin became tight with wrinkles, displayed in a way of burning despair. A creature marked a rare disposition to haunt her. Though his mind seemed not to be a whole that kept pestering her for unfolding his unique expression, it was still a kind of needle that penetrated into the translucent danger. Sometimes it became observing while dangled from his way of talk. Other times she could feel that his mouth appeared to be bulged in a dark side of swift moment and almost split in pieces. He, as she recognized, was a soundless bomb that brought disaster for her world. She might question what drew the very line of human and beast. Was it any difference between them? She pondered the question alone, finding out that the danger receiver could be anyone. And she turned herself away saying nothing of him anymore.