He tries to steady himself but his hands Won't stop shaking. He takes a guess that maybe he has to meet a certain goal in order to escape.

He looks around a few times, trying to figure it out.

"Sir! Seven bodies, all burnt!"

a police officer says to another

"Seve—"

He looks at the letters, stares for a few seconds, picks one up, and tears it apart, then another, then many, one by one, but it didn’t seem to make any change. He finally opens one, his hands shaky, because no letter ever had anything good inside it.

Inside—

"you could've stopped this but you chose to be selfish"

His jaw tightens

"No i couldn’t— it was all his fault, I—I didn’t do anything!"

he tries to give reasons but there wasn’t any.

He opens another

"You chose yourself"

he throws that away

breathing heavy

He opens more

"You weren't scared, you were selfish"

Yara's face flashes in front of him for a second, how things could be different if he was a little braver.

"Remember the smell?"

he pauses, cause he really does. He remembers the smell, he remembers how it felt to cut open each body, take out their organs, wash them, put them into packets and then wash his hands.

He just folds the letter and puts it in his pocket. The police in the room starts walking backwards as he does so. But he doesn’t notice it yet. His heart was pumping in his ears. the police walks forward again then vanishes, comes back and walks backwards. It's glitching

For a few moments he just sits there, hands over his ears, as if the truth is ringing in his ears, he can't even let it all out, knowing he was responsible for a big part of it.

the memories still lingering in his eyes and suddenly he feels his hands slippery, he looks down at them, blood, all over him. he remembers the smell again, it makes him want to throw up, actually. He holds back, for a few seconds, then throws up on the floor

"ugh—ah uh"

instead of yesterday's food, there's organs, and blood

He backs away and falls on his back in shock

"W—Wha— Ahh! A—Ahh"

he couldn’t even process it fully when the burnt hands come back, tearing through the floor and pulling him beneath by his neck

"I have to be strong!" his subconscious mind yells

He forces himself to sit up despite the hands. Doing so leaves scars and bleeding all over his neck

tears stream down his face

He stands up before anything else could happen and runs to the front door, he opens it while muttering something under his breath

It opens to the same room, he tries to close the door but something pushes him into the room and the door locks. the police comes back but this time all pointing directly at him

"l—leave me alone! I swear I Didn't lit up the bodies! it was HIM!"

sweat all over him. he runs to the front door again, opens it

the same room

the police are gone, but "dear son" written all over the walls, with ashes.