Prologue

I don’t think I’ll die a good death. I have killed many people. I have made many people sad. Because that was my job? Because it was my duty?

I suppose a court would find me innocent, but that doesn’t mean I should be forgiven. Above all, I can’t forgive myself. It was a time of war, and I enjoyed it. I enjoyed killing. I was deluded into thinking of myself as a god for my ability to kill and dispose of others as I chose, and I was drunk on carnage. I wasn’t a beast. But I was a fool drowning in power. No matter how much I regret it now, I cannot turn back time and my sins will not disappear. So I’m pretty sure I won’t die a good death.

And if someone kills me...... No matter how atrocious my death, it will surely be what I deserve. It will be retributive justice and a fitting death.

So if there is someone who loves me...... Please do not hold a grudge. Do not hate the one who kills me. Because that person probably...