(under one of the cabinets in Aaricia’s deserted home there lies some folded piece of paper, on which there seems to be written a piece of text by hand with black ink; current date and time: months after the moment that made clear that Aaricia would never be returning to this building)

I'm sitting in my little barracks now, staring out of the window. There's a storm outside, which kinda resembles my current inner state.

Soon I'm gonna marry Jarome, but I don't feel anything.

Why don't I feel love, like I'm supposed to feel?

I don't know why but I'm crying right now. The tears distort the ink letters on the paper which is lying in front of me. Yeah I'm writing with a pen on paper, on my left and right sides there are candles. It is great to be in this silent darkness. Somehow it feels comfortable.

Why do I feel so much hate inside of me, it is as if it is eating me from the inside. I have to fight it, this isn't me.

But it is GREAT to be alone. Maybe someday I should just do some hiking on my own or so, totally on myself in the wilderness. I feel imprisoned, I wanna break out. Why do I have this feeling that I don't belong here? Why do I have that feeling.. when I look at this carbine, which is supposed to be MINE, I feel nauseaus. I feel anger.

I don't wanna BE here, but I don't know why. This is insane.

But I love Jarome!

Crying again.. I'm already awake for two days. Keeping myself awake, cause I have these nightmares. Why does my left ear feel fake, as if it is not mine? Am I turning insane?

Who am I???

Mum, dad, Jason.. Lolita, how can I avenge you? I feel like being drowned in my own hate!

I fear my own anger. I got to do something with it! But what?

Who the hell AM I?