"P-please! Let me go!!"

A man in his mid forties pounded on the walls and yanked on the bars of his cell. His chin now had dark hair that was visible, sight that he was growing a beard. If it was a normal day for him, it would've been cleanly shaven.

His clothes though, was a complete wreck. His tie was still hanging around his neck, which I had used to make him black out. His coat had several coffee stains and even the smear of frosting from a donut, and his shoes that were once shiny and flawless were now dull with scratches and dirt.

I smiled at the sight. But this was only the beginning! His torment and suffering was only about to get worse.

I crossed my arms theatrically, and walked out of the darkness into the light that was produced by a single lightbulb. He looked at me with terror, my red eyes sneering into his brown ones.

"Long time no see."

He flinched at the use of his overused pick-up line. The one he said in front of my family before the massacre.

"Wh-what d-d-do you want Y-Yohio?" He stammered, trying to back away into one of the dark, moist corners of his prison.

"I thought you would've already known. But, I suppose someone as stupid as you would like a little recap."

I pulled out two documents from my suit, and threw them at him vertically through the bars. The papers spilled out onto the floor, and he read them before realizing what they were.

"Th-the will of... you're parents?"

"Bingo!"

He jumped in fright when I exclaimed in joy, and I laughed. It was almost too easy.

"I'm sorry... I'll give you anything you want, any money you want, just please let me go." He begged, getting on his knees.

"Hm..." I then glared at the insect in disgust. "I think not."

His eyes widened in fright, and tears slid down his cheeks. How pathetic.

"You took everything from me, so it's only fair that I do the same. We're going to have a party! And I have everything that you hold near and dear most!"

He shook his head in disbelief. He knew what I was talking about. His wife, children, money, everything. But I had a game I wanted to play first, the fun is only getting started!

"N-no... no no no no!!"

His cries fueled my entertainment, and I cackled as he wailed for me to stop.

After a minute or so, I took a deep breath, and grabbed the keys to unlock the cell. Leaning against the wall was a large book I took from the library, a book about the human mind that I found rather intriguing compared to other books. I loathed books that spoke of fantasies that children wished for and never got. This was reality! This is what you got! And nothing will change that!

I opened the door, took a large step in, and slammed the book against the side of his goddamn face.

It took a while, but at last he awoke in the chair I had made specially for him. His wrists were tied to the armrests, and ankles to the legs of the chair. His chest was also tied to the chair, to prevent as much movement as possible, but to had some movement to make it more fun.

His half-open eyes glanced around the room before he realized his situation and started to thrash around, but was restrained and could only look around, imagining what I could do.

On my left was a large mass covered by a tarp, this was my first thing to destroy of his. To start the pain slowly and gradually make it worse. To show him the pain that I felt when he destroyed what was mine.

"Shall we get started?"

I stepped out in front of him, and he trembled. The fear had to be grasping at his sanity, but I couldn't let him go crazy so soon! I had a whole plan for him, he can't go nuts on the first day!

"N-no!"

Despite his decline, I yanked the tarp off of the object, and underneath it was his portrait from his office and all his cash, which I had managed to steal before he came to.

"You know, you need some better security. Stealing this stuff was like taking candy from a baby."

In my coat pocket, I pulled out a box of matches, and lit one of them.

"No, please!!"

I dropped the match, and a bonfire was created in the room.

As he yelled and screamed as he watched his money go to waste, burning into ashes. But the painting I saved for last. I waited until the bonfire was at least six feet tall, and I leaned the portrait forward, and let the flames lick the paint. The paint started to melt, distorting the original picture.

After a minute or two, I lifted the painting away from the dying fire, and looked at it. In my opinion, it looked much better than before. The eyes and mouth sloped in odd directions, and many of the colors mixed together, making ugly browns and greens. The mayor of Vocapolis was a piece of shit, and the current state of this painting showed who he really was.

I looked back at him, and he was now weeping hideously, his eyes filled with tears and his face red. His wrecked clothes looked even more torn from his struggle, making him appear even uglier than ever.

"Come on, you can lose it now. I haven't even killed anybody, for God's sake." I complained, letting the painting hit the floor on its backside.

I used my fingers to massage my temples, the image of this pathetic murderer giving me a headache. He was supposed to be begging, screaming, or at least apologizing like me meant it.

"Yohio... why are you..."

I perked up when he mentioned my name, a word that he didn't deserve to have the right to say. I was about to grab my whip, but his next question made me freeze.

"Why are you... avenging your parents?"