It seems like I'm about to die.
The point of view is from the hero.
I was sentenced to life imprisonment, which later changed to a death sentence, after I killed my ex-girlfriend.
Yes, I killed a person — but not just one, several. She was just one more victim.
Now I'm here being taken down this enormous corridor, smelling the hatred of all those who passed through here. It doesn't bother me much, after all, I don't feel anything about it myself.
"Walk faster, your time is coming." The guard said mercilessly, looking at me with contempt — after all, I killed an innocent woman.
Who does this guard think he is? I could kill him too if I didn't have shackles even on my tail.
"Here we are. Sit." The guard puts me inside the room and sets the chair for the fate it will soon hold.
"Last words?" The inspector asks, his eyes already tired from how many times he has done this job.
Words? Me? What could I possibly say...
Apologies? No. She got what she deserved — but why did she deserve it?
. . . .
It started when I met her in a bar. My life was boring as always. People easily bored me and I had no fondness for them.
She came up to me and asked if I was single — she was really straightforward.
When I looked at her I felt something I had never felt before, but to this day I don't know if I ever managed to express it. I felt a relief, but not like something was wrong. Honestly, I think something started to go wrong at that moment.
After a while we started dating and living in the same house, but as time passed, I saw her change. Until the moment the tragedy happened.
I woke up the next morning with a pool of blood spreading beneath me next to her. Her body was cold; I no longer felt her glow.
After staying near her for a while I hid her in the backyard. It didn't take much for the police to find her body, after all I didn't even bother to hide it properly.
"You trash, you killed my daughter! You bastard! Why? My little girl..." Her mother screamed — screams that soon turned into sad tears.
I couldn't blame her for venting her anger on me, after all I killed her daughter.
"Your sentence is life imprisonment." The judge said.
And that's how I ended up here, tied to this chair. Oh yes, they changed my sentence.
"Do you want to leave without saying anything, sir?" The inspector asks — it seems he's been waiting there for a while.
Do I really have to say something? It seems like he won't kill me unless I say something different.
"Bye-bye..."
I expected him to turn on the electric chair and for an immense pain to shoot through my body — a cruel fate but one that would make sense. But I felt nothing, just a tingling before blacking out. Wait... so this is death? I just fall asleep?
Something's wrong. My body won't respond but I'm fully conscious, even watching my life flash before my eyes.
"Wait?! What the hell is this."
A light emerges from the depths of my mind. I didn't know hell was so bright.
It's getting closer and closer, my vision is filled with this white light which, instead of peace, brings me blindness.
"Ikrum vashouta."
I slowly open my eyes. Did I fall into a coma and they brought me to the hospital? I can't see anything or feel my body. By the way, what the hell did she say? Did I become decrepit? Hello?
"Ikrum Ishatar Varum."
What the hell is she saying? Do they speak another language in hell?
"Where am I?"
I still have little vision but I can make out some details. This woman has red hair. But it looks fake.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I hadn't adjusted the language spell."
She speaks nervously. What the hell is a language spell, and where am I?
I slowly begin to see again, but what I see in front of me leaves me somewhat...
"What the hell is this?"
I look at myself, wires connected all over my body, a woman with red hair beside me wearing glasses and a strange hat, and a room that looks like it's from an era before toilet paper was even invented.
"Oh, I knew this would happen..." She sighs.
"Happen what?" I look at her. I have so many questions but the more I think the less I can focus.
"Please stay calm. We are in Farabella. My name is Ituh and I am the lead researcher of this kingdom." Ituh speaks about herself, trying to calm me.
"And where am I?"
"You're in Farabella — let's say it's a dimension quite far from yours."
This is getting stranger and stranger. I think when we die, we have these super realistic dreams.
"Aren't you going to tell me your name?" She asks, as if I'm supposed to answer.
"It's Takeru. By the way, you said you're a researcher, what exactly are you researching?"
"I'm very happy to answer. I'm researching forms of life from other dimensions and how they would react to this land." She replies enthusiastically, though honestly I expected something darker.
"It's a pretty ugly place..."
"What?! Alright, my room isn't the prettiest but you need to see the outside, there are landscapes and..."
"I don't care. By the way, can you take this off me?" I look at her. These wires are really bothering me.
"Y-yes, of course..." She seems nervous... like I said something bad.
"For what is..."
"You hate them?" She interrupts me, looking nervous. Why would she care about what I like or dislike?
"I don't think it's bad, it's just that they don't make me feel anything. But that's my problem."
"So... You don't feel good looking at a beautiful view?"
"Why would I?" I'd like to know why she's asking me that. It's not like I'm some reclusive psychopath for not liking scenery.
"Is it really true? That you're a psychopath without feelings?" She looks at me while removing the wires from my whole body. Did she read my mind? Quick, think of something disgusting to make her stop.
"I read your life record, and it seems my hypotheses were correct."
"Hypotheses? What hypotheses are you talking about?"
"You have a history of some killings — not very frequent but all rather... heavy?"
So she's not reading my mind, phew... By the way, I shouldn't have thought of my grandfather naked in a hot tub, something very specific.
"Yeah, I killed some people. So what?"
"You didn't feel anything about that either?"
Feel? What is she talking about? I did feel something, I felt hunger. Tiredness. I feel that too.
Is she asking if I felt sad? Of course I can be sad, but I...
"I felt hunger."