A Satirical Game of Mutual Murder

We were like two fish dying on the shore, hurting each other, suffocating each other, yet unable to live apart,

because we depended on each other's flesh and blood to breathe, to survive.

“Brother Mu, I killed someone.

Call the police right now, or hold me tight right now.

You choose.

[Alternating perspectives, with a largely nonlinear timeline]

The early chapters are a happy little treat. The ending is revealed in the middle, and the later chapters explore the details of the crime, the reasons behind it, and the moments of conflict that only emerge through the multiple perspectives I enjoy writing.