Then and there the body lies in the open street as people pass by, assuming it to be that of a madman sleeping on the pavement. Most barely give it a glance. There is no blood, no wounds, no strangle marks—just a lifeless body, murdered in cold blood, yet no clue as to how.
Coming back from a birthday party, excited, a young boy approaches the body. Curious, he tries to shake the man. But in the shock of what he sees, he suddenly freezes, his eyes fixed on the body as if he had just discovered a priceless artifact. He had never seen a dead person before.
A sudden fear grips him. What if this might be his fate on this very day—his birthday turning into his deathday? The thought frightens him even more.
The world spins around him, and he faints next to the body. Luckily, he is noticed by passers-by, and only then do they realize that the man lying there is not a madman at all, but a dead body.