SELA wasn’t dead yet. She was still blinking momentarily. Her body was lying helplessly on the cement floor. Foam was flowing from the corners of her mouth. She was dying. Her weak growls could still be heard.

In the wee hours, watching his victim persisting, Syamsudin lost his patience. Crouching, he approached his target. His hand wielded a knife previously slotted in his waistband. Quickly the 24-year-old thrust his knife repeatedly into S