The Untangling of a Monster

In a world where entire populations vanish and time races by, it's only natural to feel unhinged. You become something twisted, an embodiment of the chaos around you. You find yourself responding to their claims with, "It's simply what I do best." It's a response you'd expect from a mathematician, not from someone painted as a cold-blooded killer.

In which an old killer was released into a world full of cruel games in which the only reward is survival. What happens when that murderer is pushed to insanity he has not reached?