He was not born evil…
Once, he was a good man — someone who sought peace,
a naïve heart that believed life could be fair.
But life mocked him, crushed him without mercy, stripped him of everything,
then left him alone in the dark.
And when he changed…
when his wounds tore him away from his innocence,
when he became something else…
Life itself began to tremble before him.
For he was no longer the gentle man who could be broken.
He had become what life fears — walking chaos, a breathing curse,
a shadow ruled by no one.
And now…
the very world that created its own monster is trying desperately to erase him.
But it's too late.
The evil they forged… has returned to them.
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The shapes around them distorted,
the world collapsing as Kim's memories shattered from the inside.
Amon stood frozen, unable to comprehend how a human soul could twist this far.
Suddenly… Kim's spirit flickered out,
and another Kim appeared — younger, trembling, broken.
A boy sitting beside his dying friend, powerless to save him.
He cried for him like one cries for their other half…
not out of weakness, but out of love.
Friendship isn't about someone fulfilling your needs,
nor about fixing your life.
It is standing beside you in your final moments,
crying from the heart,
breaking because your departure tears the light out of the world.
That was real friendship…
the only thing that gave his life color.
And when his friend died…
every color vanished at once.
The world became pale… silent… empty…
as though life itself had lost meaning.
He walked through the streets seeing people laugh…
while he felt a part of him had died — a part that would never return.
Then Amon saw something horrifying:
Kim's face started to twist with darkness.
His hands were no longer human…
they dissolved into black aura, writhing like a soul being corroded from within.
Amon screamed, ran toward him…
and fell straight into Kim's memories,
as if walking through a dark corridor cracking under each step.
Kim's memories clashed, shattered, collapsed around them.
And Amon saw something unforgettable:
Kim… drowning inside himself, not in the world.
His eyes empty of life,
his voice like the whistle of open wounds.
Amon approached and whispered:
"Kim… come back.
All of this is the past…
Will you live your whole life in this pain?
Kim, can you hear me?"
Amon's voice cracked…
as if he were the one crying.
Kim turned toward him…
black blood dripping from his eyes,
his voice trembling.
"Amon… I lost everything.
My family fell apart… my mother died… Mary too…
Nobody loved me… even though I was better than all of them…
Everyone despised me…
Even my only friend… I lost him… Why?
Why me?
Why does the world want to destroy me?"
Darkness began swallowing his body.
"The world doesn't want me…
and I don't want it either…
But my mother…
my mother loved me…
she wanted me to be okay…
and look at me now…
I don't even know what I am anymore…
Every day I search inside myself and find something missing… something erased…
but I don't know what it is…
This world must burn…
because I won't stay silent anymore…
The people I stayed silent for… died.
Now I will open hell…
I will erase everyone who hurt me…
everyone who stepped on me…
I will show them I was a sealed gateway of destruction — not because I feared them…
but because I feared for them."
Then he laughed…
a laugh that cracked the air itself.
Half his body twisted into a form of pure ruin…
his eyes no longer human…
his voice no longer belonging to a man.
Amon stepped forward and slapped him — hard enough to make the darkness recoil for a moment.
"Finished?
If you want to destroy the world… do it.
If you want to open hell… do it.
If you want to kill everyone… do it.
But tell me… what then?
Will you find happiness?
Will you find purpose?
Will you become a king?
Will you gain immortality?
No…
you will find nothing."
Amon placed a hand on Kim's shoulder.
"Look at your beginning…
and remember who you were,
before pain turned into a monster."
Kim looked forward…
and saw himself — the child, the teen, the friend, the son, the human.
He saw Jack's body at his feet…
he saw his reflection in the glass —
not a monster…
but a broken human being.
The black aura dissolved…
and his true face emerged…
fragile… human…
still pure despite everything.
And in that moment…
tears fell from his eyes.
Not tears of sadness,
not of joy —
but tears of truth.
Tears of a man seeing himself without masks, without illusion, without false power.
The tears of someone who finally understood:
Revenge doesn't return what you lost…
it steals what's left of you.
It makes you lose your life… your humanity… your soul.
It is not a path to salvation…
but a road that ends with no road.
Kim understood that…
but too late.
He collapsed to the ground…
and the whole world collapsed with him.