Killing someone is not easy, nor is it good for a person's mental state. Yet, crimes happen, some far more heinous than simple killings. One can debate the actions of others, as long as they remain within the confines of their own small bubble. But what happens when someone from a regular life gets pulled into these bubbles?
That's my story—the story of a man who committed a crime, the man who killed someone, the man who no longer deserves to live.
Before that night, I was a normal person, just like you. Maybe we are the same.
I, too, watched movies, played games, and worked as a corporate employee. I was neither a prodigy nor a genius; I was just an average guy who knew the way to his office and home, nothing else.
But everything changed that very night.
Because of some extra work, I stayed late at the office and left much later for home.
The public transport had already shut down, so I had no choice but to take a private taxi. My house was deep in the neighborhood, so the taxi could only drop me at the entrance. From there, I had to walk the rest of the way.
As I walked, I saw a group of people gathered at the shop of Mr. Kurosawa, a noble man who had helped many in the neighborhood. Many times during my late-night shifts, he'd kept some food for me.
At first, I thought they were just customers, so I started to walk past. But then, I thought, "Why not say hello to Mr. Kurosawa and grab something to eat?" So, I turned toward the shop.
As I approached the entrance, I saw something on the ground—a figure lying still. My heart skipped a beat. Shady figures loitered around, and then my eyes caught a shiny object reflecting the light.
It was a knife.
And as I looked closer, the figure on the floor became clearer. It was Mr. Kurosawa. He was dead. The floor was drenched in blood.
Before I could process anything, my feet began to move of their own accord. My mind screamed, Just run. Just run.
BANG...
Something hit my head, and the world went black.
The next thing I knew, I was tied up and inside a van, surrounded by five men. They were laughing and singing, completely oblivious to my confusion.
Man 1: "Hey, Jack, you shouldn't have killed that shop owner like that. He deserved a more heroic death."
Man 2: "Yeah, you're right. The way he went on about us doing wrong things, about living a better life... blah, blah, blah..."
Man 3: "Yeah, Jack, you should've stabbed him one more time."
Jack: "Just shut up, all of you! I think killing him with just one stab was enough. What do you say, young man?"
To be continued...