As I stood atop the old house, the cool night air brushing against my skin, I noticed something peculiar on my hand.

The mark had disappeared.

My mind was more clear as the weight of the realization settled in.

"So he's dead now," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

Officer James, the man who had wished to change the society so much, was gone.

Strangely, I wasn't bothered.

Perhaps it was the culmination of long-standing expectations.

Or maybe, in the grand scheme of my fractured existence, it no longer mattered.

I turned my gaze back to the town below.

The place hadn't changed at all.

It was still the same quaint, bustling town, adorned in a tapestry of twinkling lights.

People moved along the cobblestone streets, their faces radiant with happiness and cheerfulness, as if nothing had ever happened.

Children's laughter echoed through the night, couples strolled hand in hand under the lampposts' gentle glow, and friends gathered in animated conversation outside cozy cafes.

The sight should have evoked some semblance of nostalgia, a reminder of simpler times. Instead, it filled me with a cold, hollow emptiness.

This town, with its picturesque charm and oblivious inhabitants, had been the backdrop of my nightmares.

Their blissful ignorance was a stark contrast to the darkness that had consumed my life.

They hadn't changed, but I had become something unrecognizable.

I raised my head slightly, my eyes drifting to the other side of town.

There, in stark contrast to the vibrant, illuminated streets, was a corner shrouded in darkness and sadness.

The buildings were worn and neglected, their facades crumbling under the weight of time and neglect.

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The atmosphere hung heavy with an air of desolation, a stark reminder of the disparity that lay hidden beneath the town's charming exterior.

Yet, the people of the town ignored it, going about their lives with a disturbing sense of normalcy.

Their laughter and cheer echoed through the night, a sharp juxtaposition to the silent cries of the forgotten corner.

'How sickening.'

A wave of disgust washed over me, its intensity nearly overwhelming.

These were the very people responsible for the torment my family endured, for the sleepless nights spent in fear, the gnawing hunger that left us hollow, the bone-chilling cold that seeped into our very bones.

They had cast us aside, forced us into the shadows, and now they lived happily, as if nothing had ever happened.

Their laughter, their joy, their indifference—it all felt like a cruel mockery of the suffering they had inflicted.

They had turned a blind eye to our pain, choosing the comfort of ignorance over the inconvenience of compassion.

It was as if our suffering had never existed, erased from their minds as easily as a smudge from a window.

My blood boiled with rage as I watched them, my hands trembling with the force of my anger.

They moved about their lives, blissfully unaware of the storm that was about to descend upon them.

Their ignorance was no longer an excuse; it was an offense, a reason for retribution.

The corner of my mouth curled into a bitter smile as I imagined the reckoning that awaited them.

They had built their happiness on the ruins of our despair, and now it was time for them to pay the price.

I clenched my fists, feeling the power surge within me, an electric current coursing through my veins.

My anger simmered beneath the surface, a barely contained inferno threatening to boil over.

But I needed to calm myself.

Focus.

Stay composed.

'Calm down. Focus.'

I took a deep breath, feeling the rage settle into a cold, calculated determination.

The storm within me transformed into a razor-sharp clarity.

'I should start the game.'

Today, they would understand what true pain felt like.

With a thought, I levitated, the ground falling away beneath me as I soared into the night sky.

I landed with a resounding thud in the center of the main road, my presence an undeniable force that immediately halted the flow of people and vehicles.

The sudden disruption caused a ripple of confusion and annoyance to spread through the crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please gather here. We are going to play a game," I shouted, my voice amplified by the power within me, echoing through the streets and demanding attention.

People stopped and stared, their faces a mix of confusion, curiosity, and irritation.

The bustling hum of the city grew quieter as more eyes turned toward me, their conversations dying mid-sentence.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?" someone shouted from the crowd, their voice tinged with frustration and disbelief.

"Move! I’m getting late," another complained, their impatience palpable.

The annoyance in their voices only fueled my resolve, stoking the fire of my determination.

They needed to be disciplined, to understand that I was not to be ignored.

Their indifference and arrogance would be their undoing.

With a flick of my wrist, a wave of energy pulsed outward.

The air crackled with power, and the ground beneath me trembled.

The dissenting voices were abruptly silenced as the shockwave knocked people off their feet, leaving them gasping and disoriented.

A blue surge of aura enveloped a nearby car, shimmering like a malevolent force.

With another flick of my wrist, I summoned my telekinetic power, lifting the car effortlessly into the air.

The driver and passenger inside screamed in terror as the vehicle hurtled towards a nearby building, crashing through the walls with a deafening impact.

A few unfortunate souls caught in its path were crushed beneath the wreckage, their cries of pain echoing through the night.

The car, now a mangled mess, floated back towards me, hovering just behind like a grim trophy.

I gracefully ascended and settled on top of the wreckage, a throne of chaos beneath me.

"I hate to repeat myself," I said, my voice cutting through the stunned silence like a blade, cold and unforgiving.

The people who had witnessed the horrifying display of power were now paralyzed with fear.

The realization of their impending doom dawned on them, and they quickly gathered around without a single protest, their faces pale and eyes wide with terror.

The earlier annoyance and irritation had evaporated, replaced by a collective, palpable dread.

"Now, let's start the game," I announced, my eyes glowing an eerie blue with a tinge of madness.

The crowd watched in horrified fascination, their breaths shallow and hearts pounding.

I could feel their fear, taste their dread, and it fueled me.

This was the moment they would understand the depth of my pain, the agony of my existence.

The energy crackled around me, illuminating the night with an ethereal, menacing glow.

I extended my hands, feeling the power surge through me, a living conduit of retribution.