Residual

That night, Jason was alone in his house, living his usual lonely days. He is now on the balcony in front of his room. The balcony was not big and just enough for him.

Jason stared ahead at the clear, starry sky. The crescent moon hung in a captivating display, casting a gentle glow upon the world below, lending an air of enchantment to the night's darkness.

Jason took a deep breath. "What exactly happened to me?" he muttered to himself with a blank look.

A few days had passed since Jason experienced an inexplicable and unsettling incident. The strangeness of it all lay in the fact that he felt nothing, after discovering that he had taken the lives of the kids who had bullied him.

Jason was already far from the narrow alley when the body parts were found. He was also in a clean body condition.