Against my better judgment, a feeling overwhelms me, one I had been getting more and more often. I MUST check the body, right?

  Maybe I can find something to prove my innocence, to show that this person was the one who instigated and then killed themself, but how I first thought of the knife they had.

  'It should have only one set of fingerprints on it, and it having only their blood will help me a lot.'

  I turn my head, looking at the hand that held the weapon mere moments ago, and was stunned by shock.

  'It's no longer there. How I just saw it earlier; no more than three minutes passed since that whole ordeal.'

  I search all around the corpse, but to no avail; it's gone.

  'Ok, ok, ok, it's all ok if it disappears, then find something else, maybe a wallet or ID. No, no, no, what am I going to do, rob a recently deceased individual that just died before my eyes?'

  While panicking, I try calming down, breathing in and out, and then trying to rationalize my thoughts. I say them out loud.

  "Ok, the person attacking me committed suicide, and his weapon disappeared. Ok, then maybe looking at their ID or wallet would help. I can wash the handle of the cleaver and put it in his hand, then inform the authorities anonymously of a dead man near Daizens'. Ok, ok, that might work, then that's what I'll do. Great."

  I rummage through the body and find a wallet with an ID and nothing else. I look at the front.

  Ryina Corporation

  Chief of Accounting B3

  ID No: 87569034

  'Ryina Corp. I heard of them, but I don't remember where. I'll figure that out ter. Let's see the back.'

  Guiztanto Yamazuki

  DOB: 19/6/19XX

  SEX: MALE

  Phone: 098 757XXXX

  Emergency No: 098 598 XXXX

  'Ok, ok, better pn: call the emergency number and say that I found his body anonymously and continue with the original pn.'

  I stop for a moment and actually think.

  'Is this something I would do? No, it isn't. I lived these couple of years saying that my brother didn't do anything, that he didn't commit suicide. I have to come clean. Sorry, Caleb, sorry, everyone, for being a coward.'

  "I may not have done anything, but I have to be truthful."

  And I was about to dial the police; something clicked.

  "If that date on the ID is to be believed, that means this man is in his eighties. How is it possible for him to attack me with such speed...?"

  I go towards the head and see something unusual; it's decaying. Moments ago it was hidden yet obviously normal, but now it's close to becoming a mass of sludge.

  "What's going on here? How is this happening? It was the knife first, then the head. What else? Wait, is it possible that the knife dissolved too? I have to ...."

  {Oh poor creatures, HE and them to fall victim to voices and choices and whims of YOURS.

  HE may show promise to YOU, but YOU'LL see what HE turns into, one who'll reject YOU or embrace YOU, falling with YOU or without YOU, but most definitely HE will be the one to fall st.

  May this broken world bring light to HIS existence.}

  [CONTINUE]