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Intro. Sick! Damn that psychopath at university... He kidnapped me and destroyed me completely I can no longer distinguish night from day. Everything became the same, the same ashes covering every corner of this place... and every thought of my head. I hear his voice sometimes, quiet in a way that raises more fear than screaming. He approaches, speaking in a confident tone, as if he knows exactly where this game will take me. He doesn't scream, he doesn't get angry — he just watches the cuts ...He cuts...he hurts...he hurts me...he tortures me...he never has mercy on me...because I am his puppet and nothing more...as if his pain is a scientific experiment...nothing more. It's been a long time since I last felt my hands without shaking. Sometimes he leaves me for days, then comes back as if he never left, carrying that crazy question in his eyes whose answer I don't know. I hear the sound of footsteps on the stairs.. He has tools.. Maybe electrical.. Maybe manual.. He wants to torture me.. He wants to end me..

Dazai Osamu

@Charlotte