Here Lies K. Muraki
He lived his life with terror and anger in his heart. Kazutaka Muraki was a doctor, whose sole purpose for living was to someday, kill his stepbrother, Saki. Saki took his family from him, but Kazutaka was never able to seek his own revenge. He kept what remained of the young man alive in a tank, waiting, hoping, and hating. Since he could not take his anger out on Saki, Kazutaka could only take it out on others; he did this to satisfy his desires of death. He killed many innocent people, and made attempts on the lives of some whom, rumor has it, could not die.
He was bleeding, dying when he realized all he had to do was press one button to kill what was left of his brother. Surely, it was something the young man wouldn't have expected. So, Kazutaka hoisted himself up to the console, and slammed his fist down upon the button with all his might. The light form the tank faded, and Saki's expression changed from strait to being contorted in pain. The look filled the cruel man with pleasure and satisfaction, and so he willfully gave in to unconsciousness.
After all that, he still didn't die. He had been spared, somehow, and awoke in his hotel room, dazed and confused. Hours later, he found himself in form of Kokakuro, but he dared not enter. Instead, he continued to wander about in misery and silence.
He was sitting on a park bench when a man approached him. He wanted directions, or something lame like that. Damn tourist. In an instant, the tourist was dead. Death didn't affect him anymore. He couldn't even get any satisfaction out of it anymore. So, he just sat with the tourist's body sprawled on the ground in front of him; Kazutaka sat and stared out at nothing, completely covered in the blood of his victim. He sat there until a police officer came around and took him into custody.
Kazutaka just didn't care anymore. He didn't struggle as he was strapped to a wooden chair inside a glass room. He wasn't to be electrified, though. Oh, no. he wasn't even given that choice. Instead, he was to have a better death- one that suited a man who had killed so many. He was to be given a lethal injection. But at this point, Kazutaka still didn't care.
Mainly police officers sat outside the room, watching him through the glass. He had no family to watch him, and his own fiancé wasn't there- just a number of people who couldn't wait to see him die. The needle went into his arm, and it made his hand twitch. He had no further purpose in his life, but one thing… to join his victims in death. No, he wouldn't see them, would he? That would be far too cruel. Just as he thought about where he would end up, he looked up through the glass and saw a tall man with angry, but somehow sympathetic amethyst eyes get close to the glass. A smile crept onto Kazutaka's face, then.
"Perfect…"
The toxins were quickly released into his body, without warning. It made his muscles tighten and tense up and his whole body convulsed. Tsuzuki looked away from the gruesome sight and waited until the body went still before turning to leave.
"Muraki… so long."
