Severed limbs, endless darkness, blood on the ground, humble pleas.
She walked along unmoved.
Praise, insult, praise, or wanted.
She never regretted it.
Born in darkness, growing up in darkness, in corners where sunlight cannot reach.
She clutched the sharp knife in her hand.
Since the so-called "justice" cannot get you the punishment you deserve.
In that case, I'll forgive you and forgive me for my fault.