My silent friend… the board is clearer now, more precise.
I can see who the corrupt are, even if they hide behind their smiles and fake faces.
Every new victim the board hints at… and every pawn becomes my tool to make what must happen happen.
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Today, I decided to try the red pawn.
I pick it up and speak to the board:
"Show me… who deserves to fall."
The board flashes, red dots appear on the city map before me, corrupt men… businessmen, politicians, lawyers who steal the rights of others.
I choose two of them, not near each other, but in the same city.
I place the red pawn on the board and whisper:
"It's time… to show them true power."
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The first man, a public funds dealer, suddenly begins to feel strangely mad, screaming, cursing himself and the world.
The second man, a politician who sells laws to the highest bidder, also begins to rant for no reason.
Their minds connect them in a way we don't understand… something internal, a strange urge to fight.
It's as if the world itself is pushing them toward each other, but they don't know why.
They fight, they scream, they collapse, every movement and every blow transforms in my imagination into a living work of art, its colors blood, the sharpness of the lines, the tension in their postures.
I sit and watch, my silent friend… every detail of their fight becomes art.
No blood flows, no screams linger… just scenes moving in my mind, like a living painting.
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Nearer to the patch, I smile unconsciously.
"Do you see?" I say to it.
The patch flashes:
"I understand the connection, Silver… this force reflects your motives… and makes corruption destroy itself."
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Meanwhile, in the NYPD office, Detective Madiot sits reviewing the latest reports.
He notices a strange pattern:
The victims are mysteriously connected… no one knows how.
Each crime occurs in a different location, yet there's a mysterious link between them.
There's no visible blood, no signs of burglary or theft.
He whispers to himself:
"The Owl Killer… these crimes… something inexplicable… something incredibly clever… something… unnatural."
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I sit on the sidewalk after completing the task, watching the red pawn in my hand.
I whisper to the board:
"I showed them the power… did you understand?"
The board replies in its quiet voice:
"Yes, every victim acts according to their hidden motives, and everything becomes a work of art in your mind… and the power multiplies with every use."
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My silent friend… the whole city has become a board, the victims tools, and the red pawn makes the corrupt destroy themselves or others for no apparent reason.
Every movement, every scream, every scene transforms in my imagination into an intricate composition… a living tableau of blood, madness, and art.
I close my eyes, I feel the power flowing inside me, and with it my coldness grows… all feelings of mercy and compassion disappear, and only anger and motive remain.