A Cold-Blooded President

William often traveled to Europe and once heard this song in a survivor's home.

"Boss, I've heard this online. It's a bit depressing but far away from pushing people to suicide."

Frederic was surprised. As the president's special assistant, he knew little about that.

"The popular versions on the market are all distorted remnants."

Though years had passed, William clearly remembered the extremely oppressive and desperate tune.

As a calm and strong-minded man, he was still somewhat influenced by the tune.

He felt trapped by darkness. The strong sense of loneliness made him depressed.

"Is that song still available?"

The police officers didn't believe him.

"It was deleted."

Lolling in the chair, William felt tired. If it was just a simple tune, it wouldn't have taken hundreds of people's lives.

Only a few survived after listening to it.

"So you didn't call the police when you heard that?"

William shook his head slightly.