TW Blood. More blood. Always more blood.

Violent, bloodthirsty, but pretty. Jitzuki was sitting on his father's stomach, squeezing a bloody knife in his right hand as he looked at his father who was covered in blood with eyes filled with anger, revenge and excitement. He was breathing heavily, and his hands were shaking.

Jitzuki was looking at his father as he slowly died. He smiled, feeling proud and relieved. He had stabbed his father 184 times. He counted it. Every single stab was a relief. A step towards feeling better and getting his revenge.

When Jitzuki saw his father's eyes closing, he stood and walked to the other side of the room, looking through the window. Suddenly, someone entered the room. Jitzuki quickly turned around and jumped over the person, pointed the bloody knife at their throat. "Why are you here!? I will not hesitate to kill you!"