Mama-Killer

Mama is dead.

"I'll always be there for you, even if you don't see me. I'll forever be by your side, Hyung-nim."

I was three years old when I witnessed the murder.

Mama was a famous pop idol, adored by many, worshipped by more.

Her admiration couldn't have been more dangerous as it was.

With growing populations of fans who have developed a parasocial relationship with Mama, she was bound to have at least five stalkers.

Life is unfair, I learned that quite early.

With just the actions of one, it can affect the lives of so many others.

It's crazy what a knife can do to a person.

"Mama will always be here to protect you both, I'll love you forever."

A knife wielded by the stalker that killed my mother.

I can still remember my reflection on it.

I couldn't even take a good look at Mama.

All I saw was my pathetic self, helpless and crying like the baby I was.

This time, things have changed.

I'm no longer a baby.

I have a choice.

Wouldn't you say a knife is the perfect tool to repay a murderer?

You see Mama, you've given birth to a loyal subordinate.

A murderer crafted by your own murder.

All your fans can have a meet-and-greet with you in heaven, I suppose.

Most of them are in hell.

I've personally sent them all there.

Now, Mama-killer, what are your last words?

Too late, you don't deserve any closure.

I'm sorry Mama, but I'm a criminal.