I think to myself... thud, thud, thud... the sound of boots. Who was that, standing in the darkness of the deserted streets? A question echoes in my mind... a silence, and then a voice: Am I... am I already dead?
Ha... ha... ha... I am not human. My head... I am a madman, I am crazy, I am insane!
Suddenly, my eyes fell on the bench... they landed on a knife. A scream got stuck in my throat due to fear. I moved toward the knife. I picked it up. I began walking toward a dark room. As I took each step, the sound of my footsteps echoed... thud, thud, thud. As I moved forward, I felt a strange coldness. Suddenly... thwack. A strange silence enveloped everything. The room's door closed. A ear-piercing...
Creeeeak... creeeeak... creeeeak...
A slow, faint sound comes through. It feels as if someone is grinding and sharpening a knife. A blurry image appears in the reflection of the blade. Suddenly, I realize that the image is mine. I let out a strange laugh. With my own hands, using that same knife, I gouge out my right eye, place it on the floor, and vomit blood...
Ah...