I Seek Revenge by Swallowing My Emotions

I have a natural ability to taste emotions. The fake smiles at the next table smell sour, and the sadness of passers-by is as bitter as Coptis chinensis. To me, this world is a never-ending, mixed torture. Only the fragrance of soap locust in my mother's arms is my only antidote. Until that night, the antidote turned into the most powerful poison. I saw her lying in a pool of blood with my own eyes. Under the cold moonlight, what the murderer left behind was not only her mother's body temperature, but also his almost numb sense of satisfaction, and a trace of compassion that even he himself was unaware of. At that moment, my "allergies" turned into "hungers." I wildly swallowed all the emotions at the scene - my mother's lingering love and fear, the cold aftertaste of the murderer. I laughed maniacally amidst the vomit and tears, and found the only meaning of this life: Find him. Find that unique strand of coldness. Then, place it between the teeth and grind it into powder little by little. From this day on, I am no longer a victim of emotions. I am the hunter, the vessel, the abyss on which I walk. I will devour all darkness until my revenge is complete, or until I... Am completely digested by darkness.