I've begun getting friends.
No, Allies.
We aren't friends.
We don't trust each other.
I overstep, they shoot me in the head.
They overstep, I shoot them in the stomach so they bleed out slowly and die painfully.
My name is common on the news.
I was being chased by the cops.
I adopted a new name, 黄 (Ki).
I dyed my hair blonde, got yellow feline contacts, and got a few piercings.
No one of the people from my old life recognize me anymore.
Today I visited something from my old life. My mom's bakery.
She had bags under her eyes. She kept looking at me. I asked her why a few times and she'd sake her head.
"You just look like my missing son."
After that, I kept in contact with her.
I didn't tell her who I was.
But I couldn't abandon her again after seeing the sorrow in her eyes.
What was this new emotion I was getting? Pity? Care?
Whatever it is, I don't like it.
It's getting in the way of my new life.
