Letter 'home'

To my guardian,

Greetings Wammy. I know that L will be reading this, so well done. I have lost, as you have most likely already established to me this was a battle between us, and you won. Should I have planned and executed the perfect murders, one that you would not, or could not have solved I would have won. Unfortunately for me this was not the case and I have ended up in this retched place. I thank you though L. When I was taken into that retched home and nigh-on tortured I learnt many things. Perhaps the most important of all was that whilst we were told and strived to be perfect, none of us were, because no-one ever is. There is a point of excellence that you may achieve but in the end, we all have flaws and that is what makes us interesting and different. Consider that every now and then when you are condemning all of those people without employing any emotion or even caring. Think about being human. Something you're not.

I sighed as I finished repeating to those words to the guard on the other side of the door. I was asked to repeat any words I would like to say to him so he could send on my message to whoever it was I wished to speak to. I decided on L on my third day of confinement, I believe it was supposed to be sooner, but no-one was brave enough to speak to me and tell me to hurry it up. Apparently even with concrete walls between us other humans do not find that they are able to communicate with me. Ha. I might as well stop there. That is the story of my life. No-one speaking to me unless it was required. Though there is always the exception to the rule. In my case this was A. But he's gone now.