When the white light faded away at last, I was back in the wooden hallway lit up by torches, within the Vault of Deception.
"My parents… this damned vault…"
I gritted my teeth and smashed the wall to relieve my anger. Sharp wooden shards stabbed into my hand, but I didn't care. Pain was good. Pain helped me feel better - helped me forget. Scientific research has proved that self-inflicted injuries help generate positive emotions. Now was the time to put that theory to the test.
I slid down to the ground, my back against the wall I had just smashed.
I glanced down at my bloodstained hands. Judging from appearances alone, the blood was my own, caused by the wooden shrapnels that had lodged themselves into my fragile skin. But that wasn't all. Beneath the surface, unbeknownst to anyone else, were the invisible blood and tears of my biological parents - the same parents I had just murdered with my own two hands.
