Final Chapter

I got thrown into the basement two days ago, locked and starved, beaten half to death for something I don't remember. There was one way to leave, but I couldn't do that. It's unexplainable why I am willing to suffer rather than remember my past. Is what I have done more painful than getting eaten by crows? I kept thinking about it until I chose to keep myself from looking deep into my mind. When two days passed, the woman had entered the basement carrying a basket full of bread. Her husband chained me. So I couldn't escape, and since my body's weak. I was not capable of hurting anyone anyway.

"My husband's asleep. I bought you something to eat," Her voice was gentle.

"Why is this happening to me?" I asked,

"I only know about my husband. He protects me, and I do what he desires. He said, you have done something wrong, and he and I exist to punish you? He says you betrayed him but wouldn't say how. Whatever it is that you have done please admit it. He and I can escape this place,"

"Do you know where you are from?"

"I have no recollection about who I was. All I know was that our purpose here is to make you admit and leave,"

"If you are here to torture me, why are you being kind to me? Why not let me starve?"

"I don't know the reason, but I feel like I knew you. I can't explain the reason why but a part of me doesn't want you to suffer," She paused for a second and gazed into my eyes and said,

"You don't need food to live in this place. But it can ease your hunger. Please, just admit the truth,"

I didn't know what to say to her reasoning. I knew she felt familiar.

She came to me every night and bought me bread. I eat every day, but I never took a dump.

While they aren't good to eat, I didn't complain.

She always came at midnight, but on the last two days, came in the morning. She told me that her husband had broken his leg and that his role is done for now.

She fed me for eight days, and on the 9th day, she bought me a book.

"What is it?"

"I was told to bring you this. You need to read it now,"

"Who asked you to bring this?"

"I just want you to read it, please," She stood in front of me.

While I was chained, I was able to move my hands freely. I took that book the same one I did before, and there were the rest of the pages.

'The faceless, after becoming human explored the human world. It loathed the greediness of the first face, so it robbed many faces took many names but were able to feel the nature of the first one.

That man's greed was so much that it overshadowed the kinder aspects picked from other faces. It was the embodiment of evil, an evil that can make even the kindest turn to butchery.

Eventually, greed took over him making him pick the identity of a powerful merchant. Several nobles desired to meet him as his wealth was more than that of a king, one of those nobles, the greediest of all, formed a bussiness relationship with the nameless.

The nameless was richer than anyone in the world.

Yet, He was jealous of this noble.

He had one thing that nameless didn't have, which was purity.

He had a wife who was beautiful inside and out.

He didn't want to consume her as she had something that shouldn't be tainted. Purity and innocence.

On one fateful night, when he was alone with her husband, he showed his true form.

The noble tried to attack, and the nameless defended himself by scaring his face. The nameless plunged its claws into the man's body, killed him and then consumed him to take his form.

He acted like the noble, making sure nobody found out about it. He acted for years and had a son of his own with his wife.

Everything was fine until his wife saw him in the mirror. The flaw in his power was his true form could be seen in the mirror.

"Stay away from me," She screamed. She drenched the entire house in oil and lit it.

"Father help us," His son begged as his mother held him tightly. The house began to collapse.

"Please just don't do this!" The nameless begged.

"I will disappear just spare the child, he is not like me. He did nothing wrong,"

"I let you touch me, you murderer. I gave birth to this fiend,"

The woman dragged her son inside of another burning room. The debris then fell directly on top of the man, making him lose consciousness,'

That was where the story ended and I remembered everything.'

The woman looked into my eyes.

She was that woman all along.

She was the one whom I loved dearly.

The walls had been crumbled.

I could see everything vividly.

I could remember my mother dying in that small hut.

I could remember, how I survived the streets.

I remember witnessing the bribery of the police officer.

I remember how I slowly rose to the top from the rags to riches.

I remember killing men and women for my greed.

I felt that those things were necessary. Yet in the end, all of it led to me losing everything that I loved.

"I am so sorry," I cried as I watched her, I held onto her tightly begged her not to go. But in the end like that day, she turned to ashes and I found a golden key. I looked around and noticed that I was in a black room once again.

"Choose," The owl said with a cold tone, and I did.