Ever since he was born, he has been afraid of the darkness. Darkness is the lack of knowledge, a place where he is unsure. Yet, it was all he had.

It was the same in this night. The harsh luminance from the overhead lamps couldn’t do a thing against the encroaching darkness. Even as he could see every object, every person in clarity, he still felt as if he was lost as he sat shivering by himself.

“Why? Why?” A incoherent mutter was heard somewhere to his right. It was a cold and lonely voice, chilling to the bone.

It was a girl was dressed in a pristine white dress with a cascading lock of hair, gold in colour. Her pale face looked as if it belonged to a doll, perfect in every way. Too perfect. Yet, such beauty was marred by a single dagger embedded in her chest.

‘It fits her. The colour of her blood against the dress.’ A strange thought popped into the boy’s mind. He was not afraid. He no longer understood what being afraid means. The death of ones life, to him, is nothing more than the death of an insect.

“Crist! Crist! Save me!” A final desperate cry came from the girl, as her life slowly slipped from her body. The boy looked on at her, and with a emotionless smile, simply shook his head.

“Sorry, Alice. I can’t do that.” His voice was cold. Moving forward with stoic steps, he slowly pulled the dagger from her chest. “However, I could make it come faster.”

The naked blade was placed next to her bare neck. Her eyes, now devoid of hope, understood that there was no way she was going to survive. She gave Crist a final, haunting gaze. “I still love you, Crist. Even if you kill me.”

“No. The dead don’t love anyone.” The dagger was drawn across as a sea of crimson followed its trail, splashing onto the boy’s face.

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“Good job, Crist. Now, kill the rest of them too.” The voice from beyond the room hastened. “Quickly.”

Crist scanned the rest of the room. Hundreds of identical corpses lay dead in the room, as far as the eye can see. Only a final one laid alive on the ground next to him.

Every single one of them tried to live. Every single one of them told him that they loved him. Every single of them are dead.

However, she was different.

“Kill me.” she said. “Murderer.”

‘Murderer? What’s that?’ he thought. Searching through his memory, he found his answer. ‘Murderer: Someone who deprives the lives of others.’

“Yes. I am a murderer. So?” he asked the girl. He couldn’t see what was wrong. Death is nothing to him.

“So? Don’t you feel any empathy for who you kill? The hundreds of girls whose life you have taken? You are a monster. A sinner.”

Again he looked for what it meant. Again he was puzzled. He still didn’t see what the problem is. She was weird. Curiosity rose in his heart, a emotion he did not understand.

“Quickly! Kill her!” The voice from beyond hastened. Anxiety creeped into its voice. “Faster, before they come! Fas-Argh!”

The room’s eternal silence was disturbed by the sounds of gunfire. The only door in the room slowly opened up.

“What in the…”

Someone muttered under his breath as the horrific sight opened up in front of him. The sea of corpses that defied all reason frightened even the most hardened of them all.

“There. There is someone alive.”

The two of us, one holding a dagger, while the other laid prone on the ground, came into their sights.

That was when his memory ended in his dream.