* I have never been saved, I have not met the color of life, only the gray and black world and that touch of red, can only accompany me papy, although he is not, when I realize that he does not exist, I am devastated, constantly deceiving myself that he exists, so every time I will get this scarf. Then open a little bit to see the dust inside, one side is my most familiar brother, in this world I have nothing, relatives, friends, every day I wander in the underground world, hoping to find even a monster, but my idea is ultimately frustrated, I have never been saved, can save me, only myself. * Well, why am I telling you this? It's not going to change your mind about killing anyway, is it?
