You walk through a deserted fog, surrounded by voices cursing you:
"You are the root of all evil, filthy, vile, and brutal, a bloodthirsty demon."
Just then, a woman emerges from the fog. She smiles and says:
"Justice belongs to angels;
we are all devils;
one kind of devil is no nobler than another."
You stop and instinctively straighten your glasses, using their glare to hide the coldness in your eyes.
Whoever holds the power is the one who defines justice. If anyone says I'm not just, I'll simply kill them!
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
