❝ You are the good guy ❞

confess: say and sacrifice

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Confessing your sins to an unwitnessed figure called god?

Jin would rather not. He is sure of his life that he has never committed a sin. Is finishing off the leeches on earth sucking the blood of innocents without feeling any guilt a sin? No. It's a sacrifice, it's the job of a rational man. And all his life, Jin has only freed the earth of the trash.

Killing sinners is not his sin, it's rather just his duty.

But he would never admit, or to be more accurate, he would never agree. This is not his fault and never will be, blame it on all the cowards who drooled at the sight of money and power, overlooking the consequences in the long run. They are fools, Jin was just clever. He knew how to lure a moth into the fire, the sinner into a sin. This is the equilibrium the world revolves in, fairness and unfairness balanced, the good and bad contained. jin broke out of the loop.

A mind is synthetic, every atom of it absorbing the surroundings. What an apocalypse would it be, if everybody could just understand it? 

Jin wants a world ridden of these synthetic minds and sinful hearts, so how should he? First, erase the withered surroundings, and next, the sinners who sow decaying seeds. Jin is slowly climbing the ladders, as now his school is the prison that accommodates the growing sinners, he just needs to reap them out. The painting his mother forged by extracting her own blood was enlightenment to his purpose.

"What do you want from me, Jin?" Jisoo bluntly questioned, lighting up the cherry cigar, letting the aromatic scent of the burning filler out. Jin tried to coze up, "you don't seem much troubled with Namjoon's death."

Without hesitating, Jisoo added, "His death was a forfeit for what he did to Lilian. I don't need to worry about him anymore, so would you stop beating around the bush and come to the point?"

Jin chuckled proudly and bent down to grab something. He unfolded the chessboard, black and white contradicting the purpose of each other wrapped the remarkable glass board. According to Jin, the combination of black and white is the most fascinating thing, the yin and yang, the ebony and ivory, the natural notes and sharps ━ distinct atoms of life and death, and yet, they harmonize together to create meaning.

Black and white ━ the only shade his eyes can perceive also evolved into the characteristics of human nature. Black and white. Sinner and saint. Bad and good. There are only two kinds of humanity, and all Jin has ever seen is black. His eyes were numb tracing all the black entities, and the wax parallel, moisture surfacing sweetened milk, pure white that puts an angel to shame; He has never seen such a white.

"Are you kidding me?" Jisoo snorted, watching Jin arrange all-black pieces, ranging from pawn to king. "No one in their right mind would invite a person to play chess after killing their family." 

Jin shrugged, "I am always in my right mind, Jisoo." He adjusted the position of the black pieces diligently. "You crazy or something? Why do you use black coins for both sides?" Jisoo glared at both the ends of the chessboard filled with pieces tainted only with black. The sunlight that put the black pieces in limelight by helping them glow was ironically getting their energy absorbed. 

"No one is worthy enough for the white coins, not even me," he simply responded. Jisoo huffed out clouds of cigarette smoke, confused with the structure of Jin's thoughts and words. "whatever," she rolled her eyes as the fumes rooted themselves on her lungs, welcoming the intoxication. 

"I have always pondered, whether Blaze Scarlett was a pawn or a bishop or a horse or a king, but, it doesn't feel like she is the one being a puppet on the chessboard anymore. It feels like we are the ones being played, and she is the puppeteer," Jin said.

Jisoo scrunched her nose, "what do you mean?"

Jin chuckled, "you make the first move." He pointed at the chess pieces. Jisoo carelessly moved a pawn, without giving it any thought. Chess was never her cup of tea; all those sacrifices, survival and savvy, she was sick of it. Even the word sacrifice made her stomach churn and face morph into an ugly expression.

sacrifice. sacrifice. sacrifice. What's so good about that? Why does anyone who sacrifices automatically get titled as the hero? The one who sacrifices gets another chance at life to gain back their sacrifice, but the one who was sacrificed? What about their second chance? Why must the pawn be sacrificed for the queen to survive? When the pawn reaches its end, it could transform into the powerhouse, but it was not given a chance for its life was stripped away to save the queen.

Why must one die for the another, even when it was not asked?

"If you called me here just to pass your stupid time, good fucking bye," Jisoo abruptly stood up from her chair annoyed, and trampled her way through the door. The glum day only made her wearier. Jin sighed, contemplating his infernal choice. He grabbed a picture from his pocket, a picture sent from Blaze to be more specific. A picture of Lilian.

"What are you planning?" He grumbled, clutching at the end of the polaroid.

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❝ he is the bad one❞