'Shadow Guardians is a noble organization.'
Enigma said.
On the very first day I joined, I thought it was one of the many heroic groups which preached morals but were rotten at the core.
Maybe because I spent months with a terrible person like Roxanna, I had trouble believing humanity other than Varian had any shred of goodness left in them.
So, I began to observe.
I observed their training, their lifestyle, their doctrine, and more importantly, their actions.
With each day, my prejudice broke down bit by bit.
But I wasn't getting normal. I kept recalling Roxanna's last moments.
The shock in her eyes, the blood spurting from her body, her final expression before she died.
I enjoyed that memory with glee.
Why am I becoming like this?
Is it because of the anger that was pent up in her since the torture began?
I wondered if I had changed?
Perhaps I did.
I can't smile. My smile left me.