Dead By Daylight - Cursed Legacy

Chapter 2

It had been weeks, perhaps months. Kazan wasn't sure. After a while he stopped watching the sunsets and sunrises. Stopped counting the days. He couldn't be bothered. What he did do was count his victims. Every single one of them. He had killed 36 imposters so far. And he had regretted nothing. He remembered every one of them. Some were brighter in his memory than others. Like the last one, a group of farmers posing as samurai who killed Yuki. Slaughtered his beloved horse, his friend. The rage he felt after, they sure felt. He had no mercy. He yanked off their topknots, stripped them of their armor and tore every limb from them. A painless death was not in their cards. He showed them no mercy as they had shown none to Yuki. She was food they said, nothing personal. Kazan had left her at the horse stables to check out the village. Talk to its citizens. Ask if they had problems with anyone or if someone was causing trouble. Hell maybe they even gave the terms ‘samurai in town’ on a silver platter. All he had to do then was ask who it was so he could have a talk and then of course slaughter them. Which he did. When he heard Yuki in distress he went back for her, immediately. No single second hesitated. He however was too late. After he liberated that village from the imposters he buried Yuki. The villagers were afraid of him but they were also relieved and thankful. They had no idea they were imposters as their tales about the mongal invasion seemed real. How they fought and survived. The villagers had given him some more food and water for on the road. They owed him but they also felt bad for him. Kazan wouldn’t ask for another horse. He was trained for these things. It would take longer to get around though because now he had to walk. Thanks to Yuki he had come this far. He was still sad but he knew her death wasn't in vain. He had been walking for a week now and he was almost out of water. His food was also almost gone. He had it worse during the mongal invasion but he was missing the two meals a day standard at home. He wondered how Akemi was doing. She would probably be married by now. He wanted to be there for her but he had something to prove. He was sure Akemi would secretly be proud of him. Pursuing what he wanted, another life than that was decided for him. She would understand, he told himself. Maybe she even hoped he was safe. Akemi was his safe place. Sometimes he didn't feel like himself. He felt it with his first kill which was in the hills. When he took life, he took delight in it. This voice in his head would tell him to rip the imposter to shreds. Laughed when he felt guilty for taking another human life. It was something unearthly and dark and with every kill it grew. Kazan had taken life during the mongol invasion but he never had much time to recover from it. He would have nightmares that kept him awake at night. He got over it at some point. His father never knew. He didn’t expect the guilt to come back this time. The guilt however didn’t stay long. He enjoyed killing now. Yet Akemi was his person to think of when he thought the voice in his head and the dark heavy feeling in his chest seemed to become too much to bear. Killin 36 is not enough, it had to be at least 50 before he could go home.