Nobody knew his true self.
Nobody needed to know.
Just act like they want you to.
Just act like a rookie detective.
It was a fun act.
It taxed his patience.
He knew he was better.
He knew he could stir up trouble.
Trouble was a craving of many.
Trouble wasn't very common in Inaba.
Games were fun.
Games are what murders were for him.
Murders with no evidence.
Murders he committed.
He committed them with no remorse.
He committed them for fun.
Manipulation was easy for him.
Manipulation to "save" people.
Kidnappings meant to save them.
Kidnappings meant to kill them.
It's a shame his victims overcame them.
It's a shame they didn't kill him.
A record prevented him from resuming his job, if he ever got parole.
A record he was proud of.
Two murders got him in.
Two lifetimes to serve.
One last thought of the accomplishments.
One last bout of laughter.
The noose he fashioned out of sheets.
The noose tightened as he fell.
His purpose served.
His fate sealed.
No more than décor now.
No more than another murder on his record.
He had been a pawn in a bigger plan.
He had been Tohru Adachi.
Tohru Adachi had decided.
Tohru Adachi now had his own murder on his record.
Author's Note: Just a bit of vent fanfiction.
