It had been 2 years since I murdered Melisa, and since then, I've understood the beauty those people I believed sick see on it. That face of disgust... Of sickness... Of fear and pain. I have seen it before. Directed towards me. The power to wipe it out... To erase it with a singular slash, and a simple disposal. But after 14 victims, my fun wouldn't last long. My parents, my creators, noticed my strange behavior when alone or at night, and they had been watching me. I tried to explain... But I couldn't. I could see their disgust. I could see their fear.

  ...But I didn't like this one. This one was empty. It was full of such disappointment. I had broken the only rule I had to life. I had done what they never believed I'd do... But they weren't proud. My father got angry at this, of course. I couldn't help but understand the feeling, as I was in a corner being kicked down. My father, who so much loved me, now was against me. "How not to?" I asked myself. But it wasn't long until I used the only thing I've learnt from those past 2 years... When I was finished, I saw the corpses of my family. "What else could have I done?" I asked myself. But I understood what I had done with a "Never have started with this hobbie." I didn't have time to reflect, as I woke up…

  As I stood up from the floor, where I had made myself comfortable not long ago, I had found myself to be in a type of... Mansion, it seems. I look around to see only doors, a well cleaned scarlet carpet, and woody interiors. Strangely, this looked more organized than the rest of this condemned place of the guilty. It wasn't too long until I decided to open a door, letting myself out of that little zone of comfort. As soon as I opened the door at the end of the right hall, what I saw was... Me? But this wasn't me… Its hair was rotten, eyes taken out, and it had stab wounds on it's feet, hands, chest and nape.

  It was bleeding from these wounds profusely, and Its jaw was pending only from a small quantity of tissue left there. Its body was shaking, like every single second I looked at it, its pain was intesifying exponentially... It had a look so neutral... Yet so judging. It didn't wear a smile. It didn't wear eyes. It didn't wear anything to show expression. Yet... It was the most judging look I've ever experienced in my life. I couldn't look away, I swear I couldn't... Then I blinked. My mind painfully flashed, like a grenade exploded near me. The pain was unbearable, and my eyes were burning. What had happened to me? I didn’t know…

  My mind was full of questions. This thing, whatever it was had invaded my mind... All I could hear was questions, shouting at me for an answer, a clear one. "WHY DID YOU?" "WHAT LED YOU HERE." "ARE YOU COMFORTABLE?" "DO YOU LIKE YOUR SITUATION?"... "Do you like yourself?" The questions were getting worse every second. Way more personal, way stronger. Yelling louder for a response, all the questions were universal... Yet I understood what each of them brought me back to. I banged my head against the wall until it bled, spreading the scarlet substance throghout the floor and Wall. The pain, was over, the questions as well... But I'm afraid this journey is not near that outcome. I lifted my head from the concrete wall in which I had spread blood on. I was feeling dizzy, of course, but at this point I've gone through worse. As I walked through the halls, visiting each room, the questions kept on. Atleast now, they weren't so demanding of a response. "Do you feel like you could have fixed yourself?" He asked. I responded Him with "I don't know." I continued to walk, but the questions were once again getting disturbed with anxious feelings. "Are you sure of that?" He asked. "Are you sure you don't know?". I responded with "Yes.", and continued my path. He then left my mind... Everything seemed perfect. I continued my way. I opened a singular door. There was nothing. I opened another one, but nothing… I checked another room, nothing… What was I supposed to do? Was this really the end? No, it wasn't. I kept on walking, until I saw a new door. Why was this one red? It looks old... Why does it have chains and locks? I don't know... But I feel I've been behind it before. Soon enough, I found myself searching for the keys for the locks. 3 double locks and one at the center that seemed way more important. It was 7 keys in total. I started by going back on my tracks. On each hall I had crossed…

  Nothing new. Everything was empty. From the drawers of the rooms, to below the pillows and bed. Not even the pots for plants had hidden keys. I started running to investigate faster, but I tripped. As I slammed against the ground, something fell from my pocket. A key. Perfect. But, from where did I get it? What did I do to deserve it? I don't understand. I go back into my memories... But nothing comes clear to me.... All I did here was responding that entities questions... Maybe that was it. I listened to the entity again... "Do you like yourself?" It asked me once again. I gave my response: "Yes." As soon as I responded that, white sound covered my ears. It was unbearable. My ears and eyes started bleeding, as well as my mouth... My head was being crushed, and I couldn't even scream... In about 2 minutes, I had died. The key was lost. But I understood what to do now...

  I sat in the bed of organs, looking at the green door infront of me. After dying, I had found myself in this room once again... I had an idea on what to do now. I cannot lie. Not with Him around.

  I got out of the room, and expected a question... Suddenly, it came out of his unexistant mouth. "Are you comfortable?". "With what?" I asked. "With what you've done." He said. "..." "Are you not ready to respond yet?" He asked, mockingly. "You talk way too much." I told him. "Ooh, big talk coming from someone who got trapped because they were too bad to erase ONE footprint." "... They needed the best detectives out there to find me." "... But they still found you." "..." Then, I sat on on one of the beds of the many rooms there were.

  Are you ready to respond?" He asked, now more respectfully. "Maybe." I said. "Then do so." He responded. "... I am.", I admitted. "How comes?" He questioned. "Because I loved every second of each of the victims. Even watching their deceased corpse bringed me happiness." "... Are you aware of what you are?"He asked. "A human." I responded. ". . . No. Of what you truly are. Of what you know you are." He said. "...I'm a monster. Am I not?" I admitted openly. "...You indeed are." He agreed. He spoke again; "You've got 2 keys to find. Go for them" He said.

  I nodded in a silent response, as I got up. I first ran my pockets, searching for anything. As expected, they were empty. I then started searching around the room. Only succeeding on finding a singular key of the two. Great. I then started searching throghout the other rooms, snooping as much as I could. I was careful, although, as I heard a Parasitic Corpse groaning not too far away. Not too long into finding the key, I found it, eating the remainings of another, now deceased, Parasitic Corpse. Disgusting. The pink bag out of its mouth letting out stomachal acids to digest the corpse parts, its gaze almost follows my trail, but I could manage to go unnoticed to its eyes, as they do not have such a great view. The Parasitic Corpse was of a cat, a grey one, specifically. It's head split in four, with a deer skull-like bone formation for a mouth. I noticed that it was way more mutilated. Must be because cats are tiniers than humans and dogs, of course. It's tall was still around 2 meters. As it finished, I was still hiding, exactly below a bed, with the blanket halfway off to cover me as I watched carefully. It started walking away, its steps strong enough to make a flower pot that was close fall to the ground and break. There, I found a key. I have had 2 keys, and the red door was waiting for 5 more of them. I ran as quick as I could to the door, using the 2 keys to open the first lock.

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  Then, I heard him again. "Seems you found them. Congrats." He greeted. "...", I didn't respond. "Ready for the next couple of questions?" He asked, almost playfully. "...Go ahead." I responded, rather annoyed. "Why did you?" He asked, as if he knew I knew what he was talking about. "...I don't know..." I admitted, fakely. "Don't play dumb on me. You know very well WHY... You just have to admit." He said this in a rather annoyed tone. "...Because I liked it. I liked every single second of seeing the blood, that beautiful scarlet substance, get out of my victim's body, after they resisted my attacks." I admitted, this time, speaking with the truth. "So you recognize it... Good." He said, his voice dripping with enjoyment. He spoke again; "Now, ready for the next question?", He said. "Indeed.", I responded. "Do you know why I am here?" He questioned. "... To remind me... Of my sins...?" I said, rather doubtful. "Indeed. But you know what now?" He asked, with amusement in his voice. "What?" I asked, in an annoyed tone of voice. "There are two more keys for you to find. Good luck!" He said. He snuck in a round of chuckles on his way, as he finally decided to shut up. I stopped looking at the red door as I started moving, looking for the keys.

  By what I learned from before, he doesn't leave the keys in the most obvious of places. "Where could the next one be?" I asked myself. My face when I saw he allegedly decided to hang one from the ceiling, was that of pure irritation. I started climbing up, using book shelves of the mansion after going up the stairs, as the key was hanging from the chandelier of the living room. I climbed up the highest book shelf, and with a gulp, jumped as hard as I could to the key. I hit my head with the chandelier, but managed to grab the key. Now the problem was surviving such fall unscathed. I fell down, breaking my arm, my leg, and making my head bleed a bit. I started searching for the second key, grabbing onto things with my arm, as I could not use one of my legs anymore. Happily, he was compassionate, and left the key on the safest place he could. Inside an oven at 3000 degrees. My face, of course, was not even angry or annoyed anymore. It was that of utter, unadmitted defeat. But I couldn't complain, not now. I turned off the oven, and opened its door, gathering ideas to get that key inside a metal bowl I had prepared with water from the sink. I didn't have much, other than just rags. I covered my hand in all the rags I could, and grabbed the key. I left the key inside the metal bowl with water, and checked my hand, which now had 2nd degree burns.

  With the two keys now gathered, I opened up yet another lock. One double lock left, and then, a lock in soft red, which had a way different structure than the rest of them, almost looking like a flame. I sat on one of the couches infront of the chimney, as I began to wait for more questions of the entity. "Did you burn yourself?" He asked, with what seemed like genuine curiosity. "Yes." I responded in short fashion, with a neutral voice. "Good." He said. "..." I was pissed off by that, but I let it slide. "So, questions, questions, questions... Let's see..." He said, seeming like he was busy. "Done. So... What led you here, divine friend?" I was confused by his way of calling me, but I assumed it was because I am now dead, thus technically divine. I decided to respond: "My actions."

  "Atleast that you got easy." He said, mockingly, with a voice of light amusement. He decided to speak once again; "Are you comfortable with your situation?" He asked, nonchalantly. I was confused at such a question, but I responded briefly. "...I don't know." I responded, doing my best to get out a conclusion. "I will accept that as a response. By what I am seeing, you don't really know, do you?" He said, still nonchalantly, but with a hint of amusement in his voice. "I'd suggest you go searching for the next 2 keys, crippled man." He said, amusedly, and decided to shut up. I got up from the couch, and started searching for the keys.

  While I was getting up, I forgot that my leg was broken, falling onto the floor as I tried to step on it. I hit my broken arm onto a bulge of the floor, letting out a small grunt of pain. When I looked, it was the key, which was below the carpet. After some effort of rolling the carpet, I could get the key out of it's place, and put it in my pocket, with a small smirk growing on my face. I started holding onto walls with my healthy arm as I continued searching for the key. That’s until I found a bathtub filled with a red substance not quite as dense as blood, and it was vaguely flooding. but I decided to take a peek in. As expected, a key was found. A red dye was used to blind me from seeing the key below it. “Smart, but not smart enough for me.” I thought.

  I opened the last double lock with the keys, sitting on one of the armchairs there were, resting my body and head on the backrest. "One last question." The entity said, it's voice rather eager to finish this. "Go ahead." I said, nonchalantly, as eager as him to finish this once and for all. "... Do you like yourself?" He asked again, on the same tone he asked the last two times. "No." I responded, nonchalantly as always. "Why is that?" He asked, his voice filled in curiosity. "I am weak, in comparison to everything here. I dislike my weakness." I said, in an annoyed tone of voice. "Well, it will be hard enough to even retrieve this key, so I am gonna tell you directly where it is." He said.

  He then spoke again: "On the pelvis of one of those you first found as an enemy." "... I see." I answered, knowing this would be a harder task than I expected. I got up, and began to search for this key, using the walls to balance myself with my healthy arm and leg. The first I checked had nothing on it's pelvis. Same with the second, and third. The Parasitic Corpses have a terrible sense of hearing, so they didn't notice me as I peeped from behind. However, the fourth DID have the key on the back of it's pelvis's rotten flesh. However, I knew that if I got too close, he'd notice me rather easily. I had to distract him. I looked at my flashlight once again, activating it's dagger. My right arm was the damaged one, so I had found an idea in my mind. decided to cut it off. The procedure was incredibly painful, but I successfuly managed to dispose of that arm, throwing it as a bait for the Parasitic Corpse. It immediately caught it's attention, as it began consuming it in it's own disgusting manner. They seem to have no sensitivity at all, as it didn't even notice the twitches on it's flesh as I got out the key, using my only arm, and my healthy leg, to get out of there as quick as I could. I had finally done it; The last key was on my hand. "What lies behind that door?" I asked myself. Eager for the response, I opened the door... It was dark, all obscurity, besides a dim beam of light pointing at a small table, with a jar filled with a substance of bright red color.

  Infront of it, a note. "Do you value your humanity?", it said. Besides the jar, a syringe as well. It was big, and looked quite ancient. ... I opened the jar, responding to the note in loud voice. "What is humanity, but a figure of speech?" The jar was filled with larvas, Just like those black ones I had found earlier, But they were of a bright red, and seemed less fearful of my presence. I knew what to do, as I grabbed the syringe, and extracted all of the larvas from the jar, all the way inside of the syringe. I injected the larvas where my arm used to be. At first, nothing seemed to happen... But soon, a gel of the same color of the larvas sorrounded my body for a very brief second.

  My leg stretched, showing signs of movility. I tried to move it, and I noticed, it had been regenerated. I saw where my arm used to be, filled with a red gel. Soon enough, it was starting to regenerate as well. As I looked at the process, and my arm was complete, I just asked myself one question. "What have I become?"