People might wonder who I am telling this story. Others might wonder why I'm telling this story. Someone might just wonder if this story is important. But you see, this story isn't for the faint of heart.

I committed terrible acts. Acts that one would question their very humanity on. Their very being and existence.

But now I seem to be paying for it as I lay here now, on the freezing cold pure white snow. At the same time feeling the sting of the blade's frozen over metal. My eyes are beginning to slowly shut on their own. There is an odd heaviness to this feeling. This must have been what the they felt when I committed those acts. Did I truly cause such an emotion, such a feeling to occur? To those who never even deserved it in the first place?

As cruel as it may seem for me to say. That is only the second thought in my mind. My first thought is of the girl who is in front of me, slightly covered in blood. She seems even more beautiful now that the life in my eyes is slipping away.

She is hunched over on her knees. Her face in shock, while the snowflakes fall upon her dark brown red hair. I never wanted her to be apart of this, any of this. But I made a promise, even if she doesn't remember it.

The sound of the wind's howling and lake's waves of water crashing lightly around me are beginning to fade away. My body is still and every last sound that I hear fade away, echos sharply in my mind. But my eyes are still fixed upon her. I wonder if she will ever remember. Perhaps I didn't try hard enough. Perhaps I missed something. But what can I do now? It seems as though I can't do anything for anyone, but tell this story and how it all came to end here.

As I hold on to the last bit of life I have left in my hands, grasping its silver shine in the twilight, let me introduce myself. My name is Zalastat Hinogama-Yuki. Zal to be short. And I was raised to be a solider. An assassin. A killer. A monster. A puppet. But you write your own fate.

This is my story...