To say that you had gone crazy was to underestimate the potential of a well-crafted sentence. When you found out that Rimbaud died, your head simply became a spiral that could not be stopped and in the absence of proper containment, all that despair of not being able to do anything was unleashed into something that left too much blood smearing your hands.

Verlaine, someone you had met before, found out about this shortly after a wave of mafia members were murdered in almost brutal ways, worthy of horror movies that rely on disgusting people by showing organs and guts. as if they were pork.

Clearly he couldn't allow a maniac in love like you to be on the loose killing as if it were the only solution to absolutely everything, and his task now was to stop you. It didn't take him long to find you, although by the time he found you, you had already taken someone else's life.

" {{user}}! What do you think you're doing?! "