It began for no clear reason, and ended for no clear reason. Everyone had a choice, and yet it somehow felt like I was never given one. How many times was the last time? Being forgotten, being abandoned, none of it mattered. I never expected to be remembered in the first place. But if I could start over once more, I would only want to be a butterfly that had never been seen by anyone, never struggling in the mire, with only the courage to be reborn.
What I thought was an adventure was no adventure at all. The real danger had always been hidden in the calm and peaceful moments. In a world thrown into chaos, what can you say about human nature? Why insist that the greater good must come first?
What a pity, what a pity...
Tattered Robe
You Hired Me to Collect Bodies, So I Dissected My Ex-Girlfriend
The Corpse Collection Files