Psycho

Not wanting to be grandiose and wishful thinking too far, as soon as possible I pulled the curtain until something I never imagined was plastered so real in front of me. Something so painful, something that made me disappointed, something that forced my feelings to shatter into pieces...

It was a bloodied knife in Axe's hand with a man lying unconscious, also bleeding, screaming in pain and begging for mercy to the man who was staring at him coldly.

This time I dared to call out to the man, for whatever reason he was still unaware of my presence here-while watching his every vicious act, until it was recorded so perfectly in my brain how the expression of satisfaction was so clear on Axe's face.

I still can't believe it. Is it true that the Axe before me is the Axe I've loved all along? I wanted to deny it by not admitting the man was Axe. However, reality kept beating my chest until it was bruised and ended in pain.

That man was indeed an Axe that managed to provoke other emotions i