Chapter 1: Сhapter 0 Prologue

A mentally ill person, it's funny how easy it is to talk about it from the outside. But the truth is that one does not understand such people until they themselves become the same.

I thought that I could somehow understand, but as a result it turned out that I did not. No matter how strange it sounds, you can put yourself, let's say, a simple situation. You just sit at home and look around.

It sounds very easy, but the fact is that I just don't want to open my eyes, raise my head and look around. Why?, it's very simple.

The first ridiculous thing is that I took possession of the body of another person, or rather an orphan, more specifically a 17-year-old orphan named Hart.

The second reason is precisely that it seems to me that I have become mentally ill, why does it seem?

At first I didn’t understand what was happening, but when you open your eyes with dizziness and try to understand what is happening, let’s say a pencil catches your eye.

After that, several pictures just appear in your head at the same time how to kill with a pencil ... Not just kill, but kill with different actions, but the core of this is a pencil.

For example, they will pierce the throat, eyes, or right in the heart, if you try. This is what happened before my eyes and in my mind. In addition, in my imagination, I clearly felt the sound, smell, sensations. Like it was a memory, but at the same time it wasn't.

Strange feeling, it didn't end with a pencil, as if the brain is programmed to kill in very different and fast ways. From all this, I felt sick, as a result of which I, clasping my head in my hands, tremblingly hid in the corner of this familiar and unfamiliar room.

It took me almost an hour to calm down a little, I did not understand what was happening and even where I was.

Having discovered the memory of a man named Hart, I understood in a ridiculous way. That I took possession of his body. But out of confusion, I also checked his memory. It was surprisingly easy. But I never found any memory of the murders or anything like that.

And then I remembered one thing, before I got here I played a game.

The game was about a killer, I had an obsessive thought to go through everything on hardcore difficulty and without errors.

And what would a person who lost motivation in life do?

Remembering all this, the guess was obvious, since neither I nor the owner of this body had anything to do with such things. The only thing left is just the game, that would explain such killing techniques.

The main problem is that it all happens unconsciously, as if instinct. And from this I feel mentally ill and exhausted.

Due to nausea and a gradually conditioned headache, I lost consciousness without noticing it.

And this is how the first day of my breaking through in this world passed.

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