I... couldn't believe what I had done. I stood above it, clutching the knife tightly with both my hands. The ominous, crimson glow of the sticky, stained metal was fading fast, leaving me with a sad pulsation of a fleeting high. The screams, however, stayed with me, in my heart and memories. I was... was this...
Happy?
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FantastikA deep look into the heart of Knight, a regular line drawing in a Picasso.
