"Tired of hearing nothing can be done." An old man walked on crutches, "Thankfully, I have magic." He tried to turn into a horse, so I killed him and stole his soul.
Stabbed him in the back, 24 fucking times, and then butchered the back of his head 13 times.
"You're a noob, Adam." Siliana laughed.
"Why?" I questioned.
"Clean yourself." She threw me a towel, from which, upon catching it, I smelled the fragrance of Rosalind, some chemical that burst into my eyes, and cleaned me up.
The vapors of blood started to rise from my front, and clean itself, I saw myself free of red. I was cleaned, Siliana brushed away the darkness.
Don't get violent, Adam, I love you… I thought to myself. Wait what? When could Siliana also talk to me? In my head? Could I ever trust Siliana?
[SSMB cracking: Increased Intelligence in Effect]
But I thought, what if he had gone to a doctor? Would a doctor have said the same?
Would a killer have the same thought?
