It's shame I couldn't murder anymore.
It’s midnight and I’m walking towards the darkness.
I yawned for the nth time.
This thought became a habit, a routine carved in my mind. My mind’s too dangerous when left wandering.
I walked past the lonely neighbourhood of village 39. I love it. The silence as if it was a dumping site of deceased people. But it wasn’t a normal average village either.
Few houses stood enormously you literally look up just to see its overall magnificent design. Mansions that spoke elegance, terror and power. Of different sizes and extravagance. Tall electrified walls separated each estate.
I saw a familiar gray mansion 10 meters ahead and it signalled I am getting near my destination. I don’t feel relieved. I want to be alone with my thoughts more but this mee
