The day he died was the day I was reborn.
No I never died at least in the outside, as far as anyone knew I was struck with grief, none could predict the ending results not even me.
It was all his fault, death should never create more questions than answers but his did. It only made sense later how that could drive someone to insanity. Like everyone claims it did to me. I'm not insane I have just been opened up to the truth of the world, just like he was. The world is full of pain, torture, and sadness, no one is safe. Our world has been taken over, no one can be trusted, no matter who they are. I know that now. My only job is to unpoison it, if that means people die then so be it. It's only fair they get what they deserve right? Well I'm afraid most don't understand that, they call what he did, what I do murder, is it murder if you're solving a problem. I don't think so and neither did he.
Who's he? You may wonder. Why should I tell you that? Because you're curious? Because it's important? I don't believe I should, after all, how do I know whose side you're on. Oh you might say I'm not on anyone's side, but you are because we all have opinions no matter what you might want people to believe otherwise. I bet you wonder who I am. my story. I'll tell it but only if you listen...
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Her Role
Mystery / ThrillerSociety is lost. Stuck on a moral sense of right and wrong that is impossible to explain. A sense that only slows us down, a sense that doesn't allow us to rise to our full potential. We are stuck in a continuous hole. A hole I got out of. If you r...