Asur Welcome To - Your Dark Side ((top))

It fit perfectly in his hand, like it had been waiting for him. And somewhere deep inside, a door he'd sworn was welded shut creaked open. Not with menace. With relief.

He’d spent years building walls. Meditation. Morality. A quiet life in a quiet apartment with plants that he watered religiously and a cat that purred only when he told the truth. asur welcome to your dark side

He turned away. But the kitchen knife caught his eye. Then the lock on his neighbor's door—the one who played music too loud. The one who'd laughed at him in the elevator that morning. It fit perfectly in his hand, like it

Finally, said the silence. You were getting so boring. It fit perfectly in his hand

The reflection smiled. That's what they all say before the fall.