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[h3][color=black]『[color=maroon]C[/color]olton [color=maroon]B[/color]onds 』[/color][/h3]
[b][i][color=lavender]"The last thing I wanted to do was [color=firebrick]kill[/color] them.
But it was still on my list."[/color][/i][/b]
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[color=silver][i]The voices brushed against his ears. They always do.[/i][/color][/center]
Hushed whispers he heard a lot lately when the guard called his name through the bars, opened the iron door with his key and led him down the long, chilly hallway. There was something about it, the unknown, the quiet, the cold. Something unspoken about these distant mutters. Something terrifying yet beautiful.

[center][color=slategray][i]"So you found the innocence that will end you.
And craved the pleasure of losing it again..."[/i][/color][/center]
Another day, same routine and the one-sided conversation during his walk was a reminder no one else ever needed to hear, no one but him. He didn’t want to respond or look behind. But at the same time, a part of him wanted to react more than anything. Unfortunately, the only way he could do... was follow and listen from a distance.

[center][color=slategray][i]"Found the secrets they love the most and let it drain them all."[/i][/color][/center]
Footfall after another, a solid minute of silence passed as he momentarily stared at his handcuffed wrists then went to his ankles, secured by the shackles. Stange really, how these wicked illusions with the softest sounds he ever captured, seemed to bring the loudest heartbeats.

[center][color=slategray][i]"Cling onto their backs and weigh them down into eventual nothingness."[/i][/color][/center]
It helped him stomp on the guilt of his brutal crimes that wanted him to care, but he could not. For he had gone away and he could never come back any more, not like before.

[center][color=slategray][i]"Both slowly and fastly, devour their remains."[/i][/color][/center]
At last the guard pushed him inside the Interrogation room and the door screeched shut from behind, the lights were dimmed, and there was no beauty left but the soundproof grey walls, the large wooden table, chairs and the surveillance cameras at the four corners of the ceiling. Perhaps the designe of this nearly empty space was to maximize the suspect's discomfort and sense of powerlessness from the moment one steps inside. But to Colton, it was just an obstacle with inability to return and fall in love with his crime scenes all over again...

[center][color=silver][i]Taking a seat.
He closed his eyes.[/i][/color][/center]

There was nothing else to be said aside the floating images he recalled, moving in and out: bright blue eyes, redhaired female and a field of sun-warmed grass, a mouth saying, [color=darkgray]Colton, Colton, Colton,[/color] making it sound like a song. The face bloomed like a flower on a single stem, names ebbing away from him, two words: blood and snow. Red and white flashed, tree branches lit up like the vaulted ceiling of a church.

[center][color=cccccc][i]A memory after another.[/i][/color][/center]
 He refused to repeat his innocence inside that world but rather, taste the pleasure of losing it again. After all, serial killers don't stare the devil in the eyes and come out without some of his sins. 

[center][color=cccccc][i]Because.
You simply can’t beat the devil without seeing the smirk on death's face.[/i][/color][/center]