In the night and the pine forest, there are people holding with various weapons; the assault or defence, the mob or righteous, the crime or resistance, the inner anxiety or anger, and the sleepwalker or premeditated man, all are the fact that shapes us as all kinds of figurants, who are either afraid of death chronically or are selfless acutely. We become the mobs who are pardoned by a group potentially. When facing with the reality, all forms of response are amateurish and blinding.