INTRODUCTION
My name is Kuro Ame. Though it may sound strange, it is what it is. I am an orphan. When I was 7 years old, I was told by the warden in the orphanage that my mother died right after giving birth to me, and at the age of 1, my father hanged himself due to excessive debt on his head. I was brought to the orphanage a few days after my father died, as I had no other relatives, nor did I inherit anything from my parents. Because I was young at that time, I never felt sad after knowing the fact of my parents' deaths. When I turned 9, I was adopted by a middle-class family consisting of three people: Shinichi Nakamura (my adoptive father), Akane Nakamura (my adoptive mother), and Ryosuke Nakamura (my adoptive brother). Ryosuke was a year younger than I. They adopted me as Akane was incapable of giving birth to another child due to some medical conditions. The family was pretty nice to me and treated me and Ryosuke equally, and Ryosuke also respected me like a big brother. When I started attending the same school as Ryosuke, I discovered that I was quite skilled in both studies and martial arts. I believe it was a result of a change in my living environment, which differed from my life in the orphanage. I began learning MMA and became quite skilled at it. Everything was good, but then one of the biggest tragedies of my life occurred. I was 15 years old at that time. I was returning from my classmates' home late at night. I was scared that Mom was gonna scold me for coming home late, so I decided to sneak in from the back door, as Mom mostly kept the back door open. I went around the house and entered slowly from the back door. As I was about to move towards the stairs to go to my room, I heard a sound coming from my parents' room. Now I was mature enough to know how romantic a married couple could become when they had been busy for quite some time and didn't have time for each other. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't have bothered to check on what was going on, but there was something strange. The sliding door was a little bit open, and something the shape of a ball was visible near the opening of the door. Though it was a little dark but thanks to the small lamp in their room, which was still on, I was able to see some stains on the wall opposite my parents' room. As I slowly walked down the corridor to my parents' room, the ball-like figure slowly became clear. It looked like someone's back of the head was poking out of the gate. As I reached the door, I almost fell to my knees from the shock. I saw Dad's head was poking out from the door while his body was lying on the floor, lifeless in a pool of his blood. I looked inside the room and saw three recognizable faces. First, it was my younger brother, his body covered in blood, coming from his throat. He was lying a little away from my dad's body. Second, my mother, who was also on the verge of dying, as a knife stuck in her abdomen. Third and last was a face that I recently saw on the news. It was about an escaped prisoner who was charged with murder and rape. Right now, that very person was in front of my eyes, and raping the half-dead body of my mother, laughing as he was taking joy in it. Seeing this, my anger peaked and burst through the gate and rushed towards the escaped prisoner. The sudden appearance of a high-school student left the prisoner dumbfounded, and before he could move or say anything, he was met with a punch to his face. The punch was powerful enough to send the prisoner flying back. I looked at the bodies of my dead family members. They were mercilessly killed by the prisoner. The carpet in the room was half covered in blood. I stared at their bodies and wondered, Why me? Why, of all the people in the world, only me?. As I was in my thoughts, the prisoner started to stand back up. I walked past my mother to the prisoner. By the time he stood back up, I kicked him in the balls and held his hair with my left hand. With my right hand, I punched him 10 times before hitting him with an elbow in the jaw. The attack made 4 of his teeth fall out. Screaming in pain, I gave him an upper-cut, knocking him out cold. After throwing his body down, I went to my mother's body, still half alive. I kneeled, tears rolling down my face as I lifted her face a little. She looked at me, feeling a bit relieved that I was still alive. She gathered the last of her strength and spoke in a low voice, her last words, which were, "I love you, son. I have always been proud of both of you. You, Ryosuke, and Shinichi are the best family that I could have ever asked for. I am glad that I was a part of this family. Always remember, wherever you are, you will never be alone because all of us will be by your side.". As she mumbled her last words, her body grew colder, and her eyes closed. I checked her heartbeat, and she was gone. In one night, my world shattered. All my loved ones were taken away from me. If only I were at home that time, maybe this would have been prevented. I looked at the prisoner, my eyes burning, all my senses screaming at me to go on and take my revenge, and so I went ahead and grabbed the prisoner by the leg and dragged him to the kitchen. I let go of his leg after reaching the kitchen and opened a cabinet. I took out a large cleaver, which my mom used to use. I walked up to him, kneeled, and held his hand. With one clean strike, I separated 4 of his fingers. The pain was intense enough to wake him up. He moved his hand in a futile attempt to push me away. I grabbed his hand by the wrist and severed it in half with one clean strike. The next thing I remember was cutting his limbs one by one while he cried in pain, begging me for mercy. First, I severed his hands, then his legs, and then his dick. Due to so much pain and blood loss, he died right after I severed his penis. But I was still not satisfied. I kept on chopping his body parts and kept on going until nothing but minced human meat remained. The kitchen floor was covered with blood. I went to my parents' room, hoping in my mind that everything that had happened until now was just some kind of illusion, a nightmare, anything but reality. But as soon as I reached their room, I was met with reality. I cried my lungs out, screamed, and fell on the floor near my little brother's dead body. I hugged him tightly, wishing for him to come back to life. As I was grieving, the front door burst open and 4 police officers entered. The neighbors must have called them due to all of the screaming and commotion. The next thing I remember is that the police took me to the station for interrogation.
What happened after that is something I'd rather not remember, and a story for another day.