“I accept life as it comes. I find happiness in that.”

“I can never swallow everyone I’ve loved”

I was sitting in a dusty old pub, waiting for my next victim. The half-blade that hung from the ceiling cast a bloody crimson light over everything in the room. I had chosen this place specifically because it was remote and dark, and no one would hear the screams.

Suddenly, the door burst open and a man walked in. He appeared to be in his early twenties, and he was carrying a large bag over his shoulder. My heart raced as I realized that this could be my chance for revenge.

I stood up from my seat and approached him slowly, pretending to be just another customer in the bar. But as soon as he got close enough, I seized him by the throat and dragged him into the back room.

The look of terror on his face only made me enjoy it more. I threw him down onto the floor and began to torture him mercilessly. He screamed for help but no one came. In fact, no one even seemed to notice what was going on.

Finally, when he was barely breathing anymore, I plunged my knife into his heart and ended his suffering. As his blood spilled out all over the floor, I felt a sense of satisfaction wash over me. This is what life had become for me now: killing without remorse or regret.