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" Bunny girl, why did you come to see me tonight? "

" I came to take you. "

" You're... " His hand caressing down my bare back, the softness of the silk bedsheets. He looked ethereal laying by my side and dipped in the silver moonlight. A troubled fallen angel, who was haunted by his own thoughts. He couldn't sleep without alcohol and pills and he couldn't stand being awake either. There was nothing left for him here and he was already one step there, on the other side. " You're really scum, bunny girl. "

" I'm the scum that's here to save you from this Hell... Want to have a go at it again? One last time? " The flickering of his lighter. Cigarette smoke slowly fading in to the air. The scent of spilled soju and the distant sound of jazz music. A sudden wave of tears, both his and mine, but for completely different reasons and spurred from unrelated types of emotions.

The fake bunny ears that were sticking out of my head, were casting an eerie shadow on the wall across the room. Almost as if the moon was trying to warn the man about the woman that he invited in his bed. That she was less of a human and more of a monster. As evil as a person in this world could possibly be. " Sex before suicide? Sure. Sounds... Sounds fun. "

Life is a prison. That's all that there really is to it, but I was one of the guards. I could help people leave, give them the peace that they've been looking for. All that they had to do was ask. I could give them death, their salvation. People often thought of dying as a bad thing and I didn't understand why. After you touched the true rock bottom in this world, tasted it's filth and got embraced by the dirt, it was the simplest way to end your suffering.

When I was young, my mother told me that there were many parts of Hell, but I had yet to find one darker than the inside of her heart. Or mine. These days, I was seeing some things that came pretty close to it though. For example, at the end of a hallway illuminated by red Christmas lights, right across the entrance in to a brothel and two floors above a soy sauce factory, where another person was hoping to be saved.

My feet were resting on the sofa, a bowl of freshly cooked ramen was placed on my knees and I was shoveling the food in my mouth. My dazed gaze was focused on the television screen in front of me. A reporter was standing in the middle of a neighborhood that I knew all too well and talking about the dead body of a prostitute, that just got discovered in some shady motel room. The image of her corpse flashed on the television screen and I wrinkled my nose in disgust before my gaze traveled down to my bowl of ramen. '' Well, that just made me lose my appetite... Almost. Are you planning to get it over with soon or can I help myself with some dessert too? I saw some amazing looking mochi in your fridge. It would be a waste not to eat it and let it get spoiled. ''

A rope was hanging from the ceiling and a man was standing in front of it and hesitating. A cigarette was placed between his lips and the moon was casting a mysterious light on his exposed chest. He didn't want to talk about the self-harming marks that were covering it or the way that his bones protruded out of his skin, but I didn't force him to do it either. Instead, I listened to his wish and made sure that he felt loved and cared for, one last time.

I wrapped my arms around him as affectionately as I possibly could as I hugged him from behind, stood on my tippy toes and rested my chin on his shoulder. My fingers gently caressed his mint green hair and I whispered in his ear: '' Why are you hesitating? Don't you want to be saved? This will erase your pain. It will take all of your sufferings away. You will never feel lonely again. ''