I began asking questions. Where did souls go after they die?
That's what runs through my mind after I tear their limbs and extract their organs. I was looking for their soul. I covered my ears from their screams and continued to pry open their bodies.
I could not find their souls.
How will I find you if I can't find a single human soul?
At each passing day, I feel like I'm losing my sanity. My hands are always covered with blood. I bathe in my own blood but I was alive.
I am always alive.
The Masters and other higher ups tried everything to kill me. But I was alive. My companions and other disciples were killed in front of me. But I was alive.
I survived.
Your last words became my own reason to move forward. My driving force. That's why I have to find you.
At each passing day I'm losing my humanity.
