Ever since I learned I was the Key, I feel like I've been growing more distant from humanity.

I tried to become a better person. I wanted respect; I wanted them to realize I was useful.

No matter what I did, they kept blocking me out.

I thought they hated me, but maybe they somehow know I was wrong.

After all, how good can I be, with this corpse at my feet?

He threatened to hurt my sister. He hit me. I murdered him.

And the flecks of blood on my hands aren't guilty reminders. They are words of approval.