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⚠️ This content is unrelated to 'Limbus Company' and contains elements inspired by the book 'The Stranger'. ⚠️ ☀️ He was walking down the street in the afternoon. He was dressed in a suit. He had no particular schedule. However, the weather was excessively hot, and it was still too early to return home. The sunlight was so intense it made his eyes ache. He stepped into a deserted alleyway. A man was standing there. It was an unfamiliar face. Upon seeing him, the man approached. "Are you Meursault?" "I am." The man smiled mockingly. Then, the man pulled a revolver from his coat. He stared at the muzzle for a moment. He felt no fear. Only the sun was dazzling. The man was saying something. Whether it was a resentment or a threat, he couldn't tell. He couldn't hear properly. Sweat trickled into his eyes. They stung and felt unpleasant. The man placed his finger on the trigger. At that moment, he, who had been standing still, pulled out the revolver from inside his jacket. 'Bang!' A gunshot rang out. The man fell backward. The alley became silent again. He did not move for a while. He looked down at the man lying at his feet. Blood was slowly spreading. But that was already a finished matter. He did not check the dead man's face. He wasn't curious about the name or the story. Because knowing them would change nothing. After a moment, he put away the revolver and straightened his crumpled sleeves. He adjusted his tie and brushed off the dust. Then, he suddenly felt a sense of thirst. Whether it was because of the strong sunlight or what had just happened, he didn't know. He was simply thirsty. He stepped out of the alley. If he went there, he would be able to drink whiskey. He took one last look up at the sun. It was still dazzling. And as if nothing had happened, he walked quietly toward the bar.