I try to remain focused as I push my thoughts away from my present situation and look towards a brighter future, but it is almost impossible to do that especially since my future was already staring directly at me.
Chavo's unsettling words seem to burrow their roots into the darkest recesses of my psyche as the palanquin lumbers onwards. For all his grandiose ramblings are clearly the scaffolding of a depraved mind desperately constructing justifications for heinous practices...I can't shake the sense that there's an insidious sincerity to his fervor.
He genuinely believes in his self-appointed role as some profane curator, reshaping and "perfecting" his victims into what he defines as their "truest" selves. Stripping away autonomy, individuality, the inviolable spark of free will - all
