Blood. When did my life become surrounded by this? My world was a mess and nothing could fix it unless I had blood on my hands. I was once a respected king but now I am looked at as nothing more but a mere berserker with a colorful past. I became a shadow of my former self and a danger to everyone around me. When I'm not fighting, my head is like a cacophony of string instruments. When I am fighting, all of it falls perfectly into written music and my thoughts are

Still.

Nothing brings me peace except blood. Not even Hitomi could fix this I believe. I'm kept sedated but even that does not silence what is going on in my head. I've become a tool of destruction but because my humanity is gone, it does not matter that I am just a tool. As long as my fingers can curl around gently around a life and then violently tear it from its home, I am fine.

That is right. I am fine. Blood is all I need and blood is all that I will ever see again so let's paint this town red.