killer

if evilness and wicked intentions are both the beautiful movement of a cruel hand (and so, righteousness is the deep and murky sense of failure)

then i will write the end of it all personally (thus, let me burn away the flecks of dust dancing in the sunlight)

the ray of sunlight is the last gaze of peace (the tears of the heartbroken will clean the soot off the walls)

and the blank ink will stain the white serenity (discreetly escape the play of death, and watch the blood-red curtains rise to reveal the true author of this horror story)

*note: rewrite of 夜的第七章 Chapter 13, but plot is way better and writing is much worse. thank you for reading, i appreciate your time*