A soft knock at the door made him reach for the handgun hidden beneath a pile of medical journals. "It’s me," a voice whispered. Dieter.
He wasn’t a doctor anymore. His hands, once capable of the most delicate neurosurgery, were now calloused from the grip of a rifle. He looked at his fingers, tracing the faint tremors he could never quite suppress. He had saved a monster, and the weight of that "mercy" had bent his soul until it snapped. Monster Episode 37
The rain in Düsseldorf didn’t just fall; it weighed. For Kenzo Tenma, every drop felt like a ticking second of a life he had surrendered. A soft knock at the door made him
"I’m looking for a pattern," Tenma lied. He was looking for a reason. He was looking for the moment Johan Liebert had ceased to be a boy and become a void. He wasn’t a doctor anymore
"You were staring at the picture again," Dieter said, nodding toward the table.
Tenma looked at the surgical kit sitting next to his ammunition. He thought of the boy with the bullet wound in his head all those years ago. He thought of the monster he had brought back to life.