"Why would you want to kill me?" he began, a more angry tone coming, "Why don't you tell me that?!" He looked up at her face angrily, but then, then fear came over him. Black hair, green eyes, the same features of the man that killed Kazumi. "Y-you..." he began again, "You... you look just like him... just like the man who killed Kazumi..." Tears began coming down his eyes rapidly, causing him to look at the ground in despair, "Kazumi... Kazumi... Kazumi... why... why did she, of all people, have to die? Why, why, why?!" He punched the ground in anger, only causing more tears to come out.

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As I looked through the mirror, I saw not of me, but of what I had become - a shell of my former self, tainted by the hand of evil. It was then that I had decided; I had to fight this... thing, inside of me.

The blanket of darkness had touched me - caressed my innocent cheek. The warmth it offered felt gentle, kind.
I plunged into the darkness, wanting only the love it offered. I wanted to be loved; for someone to think I was important. This was what I had dreamed so long for.