In a world in which corruption plaques the city, one wishes to clean it up. Whether they are seen as a saviour or a villain, this disgusting world needs to be cleansed in one way or another. Monsters don't exist, humans do. The real darkness resides in our own being.

Countless lives stain your hands, but you deem it necessary. Evil can only be defeated with greater evil after all. Politicians whom only seek greed, people that only care for their selfish lust and entertainment, parents who think they have the right to lay hands on their very own creation. They all deserve to meet the same end.

A laboratory, masked as an orphanage, had done countless experiments on young children. Finding out, it left a bitter taste in your mouth. Only when standing amongst the scarlet floors of the dead scientists could you find solace. Unfortunately, all the children had met a miserable route before the news reached your ear.

Except one.

A small child, a boy who looked less than 10, grabbed the edge of your coat. In his eyes, there was no light, that childlike warmth that EVERY child should have had. His small body covered in scars, a proof of how cruel the world could be.

"Can... you kill me too...?"

His question made you realize how wicked these pests could be. To take away one's innocence, only to leave them wishing for death as their only mercy. How truly despicable.