No.

No. No. No.

No. No. No. No. No.

This wasn't supposed to happen. Not now. Of course, all humans are met with the same fate, but it wasn't supposed to happen NOW, of all times.

Her. Claire.

Snatched away from me all too soon.

All plans for love, traveling, marriage, children, retirement...

Gone. Gone in a flash.

Bill. Bill Hawks.

That wretched name stirs many emotions in me.

Anger. Hatred. Sadness. Fear. Fear that history will repeat itself.

Fear that he might kill again. Kill for his benefit. Kill for himself.

I can't go a single day without thinking about it.

It. The explosion. The event that claimed her life.

And that is why I am here tonight. At his window. Hawk's window.

Silent as a mouse, creeping into the pitch black room.

A figure on the bed. Sleeping. Hawks.

I creep up on him, ready to strike.

Stab.

An ear piercing scream.

A twisted grin finds itself into my face. A grin of satisfaction.

Bright red liquid gushes out onto the sheets, staining them a deep shade.

The room is silent. You could hear a pin drop, it is that quiet.

I, Hershel Layton, have killed a man.

Bill Hawks. The man responsible for her death.

Claire Folley.

I think of her as the knife pierces through my heart, spilling by blood in the process. My sight fades. My surroundings starts to sway. I feel lightheaded. The last thing I hear is knocking at the door.

Tightening. My heart is getting tighter. And tighter. An immense amount of pain.

And then...

Nothing.

It feels so good to let go.

Goodbye cruel world. Hello Claire Folley, my one true love.