(Sorry I've been gone so long lmao)

Memory. What a funny word. You can't touch one, yet it exists. You can hold them close, but they can escape you for eternity. They shape who you are. Everything you do is decided by your past. Your...memories.

If you have good memories, fond memories, you can be happy without ever seeing the truth. You can go your whole life without realizing: people are slaves. 

I don't want to be a slave.

I want to be free. 

That's why I did all I did.

That's why I turned to villainy.

That's why I caused the pain I did.

It was a normal evening, but everything was not normal. Despite people's actions, I knew the truth: they were brain dead. I had caused myself pain, but nobody knew. Nobody was aware of it yet. I made sure I could never be traced back to what I did that night. 

At exactly five-thirty p.m., I was holding Kirishima close to me. I held him as tight as I could. He was so calm, so peaceful, and my heart was softened. He was sound asleep, his breaths slow and steady. At five forty-five:

I killed him.