The pigs squealed in the barn, their feeding frenzy a symphony of gluttony. Yuki stood at the edge of the pen, watching as the animals tore into the remains of his past. Each bite felt like a cleansing ritual, a final severance from the chains of his old life.


    The night was moonless, the sky a velvet shroud dotted with distant stars. Yuki found solace in the darkness, his thoughts clearer than they had ever been. He no longer sought purpose in the confines of societal expectations. His purpose was to explore the depths of his own nature, to embrace the chaos within and let it guide him.


    As he walked back to the farmhouse, the shadow followed, its presence a constant reminder of his newfound liberation. Together, they would carve a path through the fabric of the world, unbound by the constraints of morality or empathy.This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there.


    “Purpose is a construct,” Yuki said aloud, as though speaking to the very stars. “But in destruction, I find clarity. In chaos, I find peace.”


    The shadow chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that echoed in the night. “And in accepting your true self, you have found power. Let us see how far it can take you.”


    Yuki smiled, a cold, calculating expression. The world would soon come to know the monster it had tried so desperately to hide.


    "Christians hide behind God''s name to justify their killings. I don’t need that. I don’t mask my actions with hollow good intentions or pretend to be virtuous. I’m just better." Yuki shrugged.