December 27, 1989

The month of winter where beautiful and pure white snow should blossom, was dyed with red blood.

A couple stood before me, cornered in a wall as I raised my gun and aimed at them they pleaded and asked for mercy but I was indifferent and still pulled the trigger

The sound of gunshots sounded like symphonies gone wrong but also sounded like lullabies at the same time

As their bodies turned into lifeless corpse I pulled out a purple hyacinth from my coat and left it on their bodies

Kneeling on one knee I prayed for their souls to be forgiven for the sins they have committed for hurting and abusing the poor and weak, nevertheless forgive my sin of killing

I expressed my sorrow and grief asking for forgiveness as I stood up and left them in an alley

As snow fall I raised my head to see countless of little snow falling from the vast sky, it was truly marvelous

If my companion was still alive to see this day he would've said "You are just like the snow, beautiful but cold"

I agreed and couldn't refute his words as I have blood on my hands, though I killed were not innocent still so am I

I walked through the slippery road as most of the stores were closed and the homeless burned papers in the trashcan seeking for warmth

I covered myself with my coat as I also shivered from the cold

Entering a cafe I breathed a sigh of relief and ordered a cup of warm coffee as I sat down on the stool and grabbed a newspaper from the newspaper box

Reading it I was indifferent until my coffee was finally delivered I thanked the waiter and drank it slowly

In the newspaper showed was the vast amount of aristocrats being murdered by the famous serial killer known as the "Purple Hyacinth"

The killer gained it's nickname because of always leaving a purple hyacinth on the corpse of the victims it killed

And that killer is me

I was known by many through different identities, for the commoners I was their savior for killing those aristocrats who abused their kind whilst for the aristocrats I was an eyesore for the society for killing their own kind

But in my eyes I was none of those, I am just merely death who gives karma to those who does the injustice, but can I even call what I am doing justice?

No, I cannot, but nevertheless I will not stop what I am doing

Until death separates me from this world I will continue to hide within the shadows and do what is the right thing for me

All I wanted was peace but there will be no peace until there is no war

That's why I will be war myself and make peace to this unfair world of the rich and the poor

My name is, Aven Casimir.