Evil

Ten years ago, I was a senior in high school. During the last graduation trip of the class, 53 of my classmates died. They let those things cut open their chests, pull out their intestines, and eat their internal organs. My female classmates also let those things press them under their bodies, making desperate and miserable cries for help. After those things vented their anger, they chewed them up. I survived with a bone-gnawing hatred and a weak and humble helplessness, as well as the seeds those things planted in my heart. Today, I'm going to dig open the chests of those things too. "Blood for blood", this is all that has supported me in my life for the past ten years. It was the "demon" who killed them, but now I am even more evil than that demon. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.