what a nightmare. you killed him after all. you slipped through security so skillfully, you lied so well. of course, i never doubted you. how can you doubt such an exquisitely executed living doll? it was so interesting for me to watch how you try to extract bits of information about your master. Or what do you call Him? Father? You're not even blood relatives, so I don't see the point in calling him that. let there be a creator, because he is responsible for who you have become. i saw everything. i've heard everything and read everything. i even know about your network. i've read your chats. i wish i could interfere. maybe then you and your sworn brother can find what's left of him. maybe even take revenge on the foreigner who is responsible for this. His hands, like yours, are covered in blood up to the elbows. without reason, without meaning. he acts in a completely different way, but he is also cruel. it is strange that you are still not companions or even colleagues.