Mafia Kingdom AKA Rise Of A Teenage Drug Baron

Murder, a heinous crime in the modern law system. The act of slaughter is expected to be shunned upon by the masses and it is rightfully so. The right to live should be celebrated and the act of killing should be rejected.

If only an ideal world exists...

if only... just in a dream...

Life is subjective. The privileged, middle class, working-class, and the underprivileged each has its right and wrong. It's own do's and don'ts. It's agreeable and disagreeable.

Killing in war is an act of valor; killing in the wild is an act of survival; killing in the kitchen is just an act of sustenance.

Life is lost at each of instances and yet it is perceived very differently.

If I held a blade in my hand, am I right or am I wrong?

If I swing the sharp edge down causing harm, am I right or am I wrong?

If I cause a loss of life, am I right... or am I...

... wrong?

Somebody ...please ...tell me

The screams of Dr. Shilong faintly being heard in the background. As the cold facade of Hagan crumbles as soon as he walked out from the hospital room. In the common restroom of the hospital, Hagan washes his hands times again and again until the soap dispenser was empty.

An emotional uproar wrecks the soul of Hagan, he looks down at the white calluses of his palm, he sees a tinge of red. Such a shade of red is a mark of good health, however, Hagan sees the red as a prelude, a curtain-raiser for more deeper crimson stains to taint his hands.

Mr. Liu who trailed Hagan was right outside of the restroom, hearing the muffled cries of the young man. Though he took a half step multiple times, he could not bring himself to walk-in and comfort young Hagan.

'Comfort? Is that even possible for him?'

'How will I comfort him? What will I tell him?'

'At such a bleak moment even lies are considered a luxury, but he is too poor on his luck, even for lies.'

'He needs to empty his compassion, steel his soul, become what he should not to even have a chance at survival.'

'I am a damned law officer whose post and authority has only become a plaything for the creatures vile in this society.'

'Despite my denial, I've known. I've always known... that I chose survival over righteousness. I've sinned, letting my soul rot a little every day.'

'I will never ask of you to give up on your soul, but if that is your choice you're forced to, I'll commit one more sin and let you become what you should not.'

'Your father entrusted you to me and I've let your march into hell..."

'...I'm sorry.'

'but, step forward, march onto the gates of hell even if it kills you. Being kind to your enemies is cruelty upon oneself.'

'A hunter is capable only if he could become a beast himself. To bite back, you need to grow fangs and claws of your own.'

'The least I could do for you, Hagan, is to bear the sin letting you become something not human.'

The mental tirade of Mr. Liu is not heard aloud, but the faint reflection of him on the glass pane of his opposite. reflected not just his stoic face, but also the eyes that were very familiar to Dr. Shilong.

Eyes not human.