DECEPTION (Female Reader) [SAKAMOTO DAYS]

22: "Burnt Offering"

(Y/n)'s POV:

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You want to talk about progress, about the future of humanity. But let me remind you that not too long ago, people were obsessed with controlling that future-twisting it into something monstrous. The 'Burnt Offering'... the ultimate horror show of human cruelty, orchestrated in the name of racial purity, a twisted dream of eugenics.

It started with ideas, simple, dangerous ideas-someone decides certain lives are worth more than others. That's how it begins. With pseudoscience, with rhetoric, with laws that dehumanize. The disabled, political enemies-millions slaughtered because they didn't fit into the sick, narrow vision of a 'perfect world.' And it was all justified under the banner of eugenics. They called it 'improving' humanity.

They all thought they could breed perfection like livestock, erasing anyone deemed unfit-anyone different. Six million Jews gassed, shot, worked to death. And millions more-gone. Families torn apart. Communities wiped off the face of the earth. Names that now live in infamy, but at the time, they were cogs in a machine of mass murder.

But eugenics wasn't born in 'Nameless'. Oh no. It was cultivated, refined, in countries (like America), where forced sterilizations were carried out on the 'unworthy.' The mentally ill, the disabled-people marked as unfit for reproduction. These weren't fringe beliefs. They were mainstream. Doctors, scientists, lawmakers-they played god with human life, deciding who could live and who should never be born.

'How did we let it go that far? How did so many people look the other way? Because that's what happens when fear is weaponized. When we decide that human dignity, human life, can be reduced to a set of numbers, genes, and racial classifications.

And here we are (decades later) still grappling with the legacy of these horrors.'

The 'Burnt Offering' stands as a brutal reminder of what happens when we forget our humanity. When we try to define it, mold it into something 'pure.'

"You can't erase the past, but if we ever forget it... we risk repeating it."

I sighed, gazing out the window at the night sky. "Honestly, there are times when I'm almost proud of my 'work'... so much that I get this insane rush of excitement, laughing like I can't even hold it back. It's terrifying... how I'm always like this." A strange feeling crept in as I realized I'd been talking to myself.

Nagumo's POV:

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"You don't understand..." the man muttered, his voice carrying over the distance between us. "She made a hundred people kill each other... and she just sat there in the observation room, watching it all unfold. We were in total shock eight years ago..." He chuckled, covering his mouth as his sanity slowly unraveled.

"That girl... she wasn't just a weapon. No! She was better! A natural-born successor of control-someone destined to stand at the top of the abyss! Hahaha..." He inhaled sharply. "There's no way we could've ever created such a 'work of art.'"

He paused, but I didn't bother responding. "She was beyond human from the start..." he added before pulling out a gun, pointing it at himself. "Truly a worthy being to rule this whole country... That's why we set up a welcome party for her homecoming!"

I clicked my tongue in annoyance. "By blowing up a whole town? Seriously? What makes you all think someone like her is fit to rule anything?" I rolled my eyes at the absurdity.