Walking around the manor it’s quite lonely. The ls sunlight shines through the windows. The dust falling with the sunlight. 

With nothing to do my thoughts ran through me.

How should I go about this? I can’t repeat my past mistakes. I can’t throw this second chance. I can’t die again not to love. I can’t show anybody too much love. I can’t die. I can’t. 

My hands started to shake as I continued to think. Trying to calm down I have one thought in my mind.

I’m going to kill everybody that could kill me again. I can’t let them kill me first. 

Looking around I found a room and opening the door. It was the library. Walking in I looked around as I found some paper and ink laying about. I’ll just write out a plan and put it in my room later. Picking up the ink and paper I found a table to sit down on. 

Step one: I'll kill everyone that can kill me. 

Two: I”ll figure out my life.

Three: Live. 

Looking at the paper it's sad. Very sad. I realized something, I don’t have anything in my life. No purpose. No end goal. No happiness. Just killing people. I lost my goal when I died and that was to live a happy life with a family. What more could I do? I can’t make the same mistake. Thinking to myself the only thing I could do was laugh, “Wow, I’m pathetic.”

Staring at the wall I finally stood up. Grabbing the paper with me I went back to my room. When walking back I ran into someone strange. It was a short person walking down the hall. Before I could get closer they turned to me. 

They heard me? I was not even loud but looking closer at their face it was… covered up? Maybe it’s just the lighting. It is pretty dark with the sun setting and all.

Looking closer it was completely bandaged up. So she has an injury? Walking up to her I wave my hand while talking, “H-hello.” Staring at me, I could see her eyes. They were pitch black. No life or emotion behind them. Continuing to look at her she says, “Hello Lady Pime, I would appreciate it if you stopped staring.” I jumped back, her voice was deep and rash. This is not a child but, how does she know my name?

As if she red my mind she answers, “Charlotte has quite a loud mouth. So I’ve heard a bit about you.” She looks at me blinking slowly.

She looks really tired…

Staring at each other I ask, “Who are you? You do look pretty young to be working here.”

She answers quickly, “I am about 40 years old. Just an accident happened, but I work as A communicator between humans and demons. I’m just off work because of a recent incident.” 

Tilting my head, “What incident?” 

She frowns a little bit, “You don’t know?”

I shake my head no with this answer she answers back, “You got killed in something that should have required zero deaths. The main killer was some human with an ax and I can say from the evidence now it was on his own accords. But I’m not sure as the demon may have manipul-”

Why am I so angry? I hold my head as I breathe faster.  

Why? 

In a fearful tone she says, “Lad-”

“Quiet.” I stare at her as I say this. With no reply she started shaking in fear. 

I could see her trying to speak but she couldn’t. Just like I couldn’t. Is this how he felt? 

It feels terrible, I feel like a monster. A horror something no one should see.

Thinking about it, I calmed down and I stood there staring to the ground. It was quiet as I looked at my hands. They were shaking as my visions went blurry. Tears started rolling down my face as I clenched my fist. Looking at the girl I bowed, “I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me.” With that I turned around and walked away. Trying to hold my tears was painful. 

Reaching my room I stood outside the door. My heart felt heavy as I choked on my tears. It didn’t feel right. I feel horrible and need to go outside. I can’t sleep feeling like this. 

Walking out a cold breeze hit me. It was nice. I looked up at the sky and I started crying. 

What I’m I even doing? How could I get mad at someone like that? They are not the reason. They are not. I can’t be blaming those closest to me. I know who those people are and I will get my revenge.