『So, what do you do when you're forced to join the world of Jujutsu and you're demanded by the higher-ups to spy on a young man that you have no intention on being affiliated with? But more importantly, what do you do when you start to fall in love...
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When you stare at the mirror in front of you, what do you see?
In the dimly lit bathroom, you stood frozen before the sink, hands trembling under the warm stream of water that cascaded off your hands. Each drop of water echoed the pounding you could feel within your heart, a relentless reminder of what you had done that night- a deed that cannot be reversed.
It wouldn't be the first time you had killed someone, under the orders of the higher-ups, so why were you so shaken up? You remember your training, keep your personal affairs away from business, and this was a job- nothing more, nothing less. But as you stand before the sink, looking up at your reflection in the mirror- you didn't know who or what you were looking at.
You stared back at a reflection you could no longer recognize, searching for that little girl that lived her life carelessly- but all you saw was a hollow gaze staring right back. You shake your head, breathing out a shaky sigh, as you continue to scrub the crimson streaks of your hands, especially the pesky ones that refuse to wash away.
It felt like your skin was on fire, burning you alive. You continued to scrub your hands, despite the evidence no longer incriminating your skin of your sins that night. You'd take a deep breath in to try and ground yourself, hearing the quiet whispers at the back of your mind of excuses of why you had to do it, why you had no other choice- in a desperate attempt to cling unto the fraying of your loose threads of innocence.
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Was it because you were worried about what he'd think of you if he found out who you truly were?
Have you gone so soft, that you were afraid of how he'd see you? Once he finds out that you were nothing more than a puppet that the higher-ups use to do their bidding, to do their dirty work- without an ounce of hesitation. "I.. I had no choice.." You would murmur quietly to yourself, words spoken that were feeble against the weight of the deed that you had done.
And as you continue to scrub your hands, you could feel your skin becoming irritated and red. With each pump of soap you'd use to lather up your hands, the facade of your denial crumbled even further. Your breath hitched, as a strangled sob escaped your lips, feeling the enormity of your actions. You just killed the parents of an innocent child, just because the Jujutsu Higher-Ups had asked you to. This was proof that you had gone too far on the deep end and there truly was no more turning back. Yet, as you felt sick staring at your own reflection in the mirror, feeling the raw guilt festering within your subconscious.
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You knew that you truly had no other choice, that this was all about survival.
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Waoooww, what a mysterious start to the story! LOL
