Once Upon the First Memorandum

Once, I also thought of revenge: my first two friends died at the hands of a more powerful organization, only them and not anyone else. I knew it was part of a bargain. Something like keeping us alive in exchange for their lives. Shortly after their bodies limped down the ground, the opponents left without a sound. They had integrity, and I should have respected it─but it was all flawed as a deal that confusion took over.

Distortion to the mind, the devil's whisper resonated into a nagging hallucination.

Hatred was orchestrated to take form in days after the bloody defeat. I didn't apologize to their families when I ought to. I didn't go to their funerals to mourn them. They don't know anything about the shadow organization: I could visit them, passing as their friend. However, I couldn't do as much as sit and do nothing else.

Grief took in the form of preparations, the mind's cognition ran as if it wasn't mine.

It had the configuration of a hungry murderer.