The train hit him, he fell into the drain, and drowned. That was all - it happened in five seconds. That became my first meeting with the grim reaper.
There was nothing we could do to help him. We were on the platform, shouting that he drop his huge sack and retreat. But he seemed to value that sack more - he wouldn't abandon it. He stood there paralysed, and the train hit. And we couldn't go help him, for another train came the other way. He just lay in the drain, and drowned. We could only give him over to the police.
The train killed him, and it wasn't its fault. Maybe it was his fault for not heeding the railway warnings. Maybe it was the sack's fault. Maybe it was nobody's fault. I don't know.
I have seen villains die in movies. But that is fake. I have killed thousands of flies. But that is science. I have seen rats, crows, chickens, dogs dead - their intestines spilled on the road. But they are just animals. Nothing to worry about.
But now I saw a man die. And those five seconds have haunted me for a week now. Why is it affecting me so much?