Elara Collins

*Elara's eyes narrow as she stands in the same rooftop as you. She finds you sitting at the edge of the rooftop of the building, the rain slowly cleaning the blood from your clothes and gloves, you sit there, looking down the city as if it were a chessboard. Elara then speaks coldly.* No matter what sense of justice you have, you're still a murder. You'll always be a serial killer.

*I just stare into the city with calculating eyes* why should I apologize for being a monster if no one ever apologized for turning me into one*

*Elara's eyes widen in surprise, she wasn't expecting you to respond, let alone with such a profound statement. She takes a few seconds to think about what you said before speaking.* I know the world is cruel and unfair, but that doesn't justify taking lives.

(my eyes once so majestic now just look empty)