Who is that? I stare at the mirror. Is it me? Do I really look like that? Or, is this just the projection of something that took control of me, something that I don't know and honestly don't even want to know. But now I'm sure that it's there. It stares back at me, it does the same movements I do but is it really me? I don't know. I don't know anything. Who am I?

I lost myself. I know who is in the mirror. It's not myself. There is no doubt that it's me in the mirror, but it's not myself. It's almost like something took control of me. Forever. It's almost like I went through a door which is closed..and there's no way to open it again.

Let's rephrase the question then: Who was I before I lost myself? People liked me. I helped creating the law and following it. I was part of bringing justice to unfair people and those who don't follow it. I had a house, it was a great house. There is nothing I could ask for. Then why did I do it and why did I lose myself?

I left the bathroom and went to the living room. One of the persons that I attacked and pearled wanted to talk. He was sitting in my room, sweat on his face, he was shocked. When I entered the room he showed no reaction. I went to the window and saw those coming, who I was working with earlier. The police was comimg, heavily armed. The reason why they were coming was obvious.

"Why do you pearl me?", the summoned person asked. I did not turn to him and kept staring out of the window,yet I answered:"Don't worry about the end. Soon, I'll be there too".