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Paradigm (Feitan)

n. A system of beliefs, ideas, values, and habits that is a way of thinking about the real world.
A paradigm is an example, model or pattern, especially the most basic or central one.
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Stalking and obsessive behaviour 💭
Sadism, manic/disturbing behaviour
*Describing violence and gore*
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« Ô, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad! »

My feet walked by themselves. My pointless peregrination turning my sauntering into a torture session. One once said that sadness can kill you far quicker than germs, and I, for once, agree with that statement. I am despondent.

How lonesome it is to have a future laid carefully in front of you and yet not be able to achieve it.
It pains me that a simple rule, conformity, would force me to abandon what I longed for for so long.

Rummaging the scenery in front of me through seemingly annoyed eyes, I became aware of buildings in a far distance.

Trouble might find me there.
If not, surely yet another episode of anemoia.

What I couldn't have guessed though, was my pending encounter with the most fascinating killer I had ever laid my eyes upon.
More than a killer, a torturer.

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As I reached the derelict edifices, a strange wind wrapped around me, making me shiver irritatingly in turn. Many might have this impression upon entering an unknown land, but this was not mere paranoia.
Eyes- many- all of them behind me and above me, boring holes into me. How many..?

I turned around, uncaring for the many dangers which might have been initiated.
No one to be found- nowhere in my vision field.

I raised my awareness the moment I arrived nearby this strange bunch of buildings and yet I could not sense anything more than eyes.

It was safe to assume that whoever was there was stronger than the average.

Now to know whether it was out of cowardice or as a matter of preys and predators.

I advanced inside one of the gigantic abandoned wrecks and marched confidently forward, arriving in a vast room. Looking outside, one could have thought this place to have been a block of flats but turns out it was rather a hotel.

Upon realization, I winced.
... It seemed like all of those « buildings » looked the same. Only one thing could have made them.

Nen.

A very powerful nen user made them- can they also make living things? Weapons? What exactly can they do? This is a big hotel, there are about 50 out there.
It seems they were copied using nen.. then..!

Could it be that I actually found them?
The phantom troupe?

That was the whole reason I was really here.
My eyes suddenly lit up and my once bored expression turned into a sadistic smirk. I didn't have anything to do with them, didn't hold any grudge or such. I admired them for their strength. I wanted to fight them until they praised me for being the strongest.

Hm? Ah, yes.. that sounds pretty pathetic, I'm aware. You see, I was always praised for being the best, but as I grew it just wasn't interesting anymore. Winning prices here and there, it's like I could do anything except for illegal things.
I always did what everyone wanted from me.