I sat in my chair for a long time after Pixie left, staring at my hands…
They weren't shaking as much anymore, but they still felt foreign—like they were not mine.
Like they belonged to someone else.
Someone who had done things I could never take back.
Even now, I could still hear the screams.
See the blood.
The faces of people I didn't even know, twisted in fear as I cut them down.
Some had deserved it.
Others… hadn't.
I swallowed, feeling a lump in my throat as a dead boy's voice reached my ears.
"N-No…please don't kill me…I beg you, please! My mom.. my sister…they're all al—"
It had been months since Villo Greek, but I still felt like I was trapped there.
It was a never ending cycle, and no matter what I did…Every single life I took only haunted me in my dreams.
The weight of what I had done had clutched my heart so tight that I no longer recognised myself.