Death is not truly a choice, but a certainty. Many people fight to stay alive, while some wish for death…
"If you were destined to become a killer, who would be the first person you'd kill?"
"Myself"
"I would kill the emotions within me."
"Why?"
"Humans are born with feelings in their hearts. If you still have emotions, how could you bring yourself to kill someone else?"
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Who are you?
I am not the angel of death, but merely a messenger sent by someone to carry out a mission.
If they command me to kill someone, I will try to carry it out but with one condition:
"You yourself must bear the sin of their death."
What about the reactions of those who are about to be killed?
They accept death in their own ways.
Some cry and beg for mercy, while others laugh like madmen.
What were they thinking at that moment? and what were their final words?
The words I often hear form them are:
"Please don't kill me…"
"Forgive me…"
"No…!"
"I'm sorry…"
And there are those who surrender, as if they longed for it, awaiting death like accepting a fate already written.
"Do it… take my life."
"Hahaha… finally, this is what I've been waiting for."
"Dying is easier than living."
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Did everything go according to plan?
There was only one mission I didn't fully complete. It was to kill a young girl.
I didn't know who she was, but this body refused to take her life after see something in her room.
One final question I want to ask, are you satisfied with a life like that?
Honestly, I myself want to know the answer.
"What kind of life do humans truly desire?"
Especially for those who go through their days like normal. I watch them:
Going to school, playing, working.
Having families, partners, friends, people close to their hearts.
They feel joy, love, hate, fear, affection, jealousy, and sympathy.
There are smiles, laughter, disappointment, anger, tears, struggle, and even betrayal.
Meanwhile, I only work for the Organization without knowing who is behind the scenes giving the orders. Just sent to carry out missions. Sometimes alone, or with a partner I've never even known. We are only told our codenames and individual roles.
I don't even know who I really am or where I came from. As if I was born solely to wield a katana and sever the thread of someone's life.
Other people watch horror stories on television screens or in cinemas, while I witness them directly a screams, despair, blood, and someone's death.
Without any feeling or emotion within me, without fear or sympathy.
So tell me, do you think that deserves to be called "the life humans desire?"