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I crouched down, feeling completely wasted. I looked back and saw hundreds of body laying on top of each other. I gasped. I glanced down and saw myself clutching the knife tightly. Blood was dripping from the knife, making a pool beside me. I raised the knife to my face and stared at my reflection glistening on the blade. My eyes were auburn again. Blood was splattered all over my face, and there was a cut across my left eye. I looked at the lifeless men again. At that point, I realised that I had slaughtered more than a hundred of guards. I took their lives without even knowing it. I dropped the weapon in shock. What have you done, Akïla ? I ruffled my hair and took a shaky breath. [ Crudus Homocida ] "I told you that you are a killer...well done Akïla...well done..." I shook my head and muttered sadly, "You won already... what do you want ? Just let me be..." I sat down with my back leaning against the wall. I feel... powerless. I can't believe my uncle thought that I'm crazy. What can I say ? I just do whatever I want and I don't care about the consequences. I live life freely, without feeling pressure about anything. It's easier that way. I don't care about anyone or anything. At least most of the time. That doesn't mean I am crazy, right ? But tonight, my uncle proved that I am, in fact crazy. I lost control on myself and let my emotions cloud my judgement. I've took the lives of hundreds of innocent men. He had won again. He manipulated my thoughts and coaxed my darkness to overwhelm me. There's nothing I could do now. The damage had been done...