Twilight Struggles. It was a book whose title told you everything, a story of an abandoned old man who goes into a cruel killing spree. Maru was reading the book laying down in his room with his windows opened. It was February; the white snow of January had completely disappeared and all there was left was an incredibly cold wind. In the end, Maru closed the windows. It was a bit too cold for his liking.

“I wonder when Spring will come.”

He missed Winter in Summer and he missed Summer in Winter. He wished that the entire year could just be Spring and Autumn, but if that were the case, he’d probably complain about the boring weather. Humans can never be satisfied for long.

‘...Is it because of the book?’

The book was clearly feeding him too much ill will towards humanity, he was reading through it for the fifth time now. He’d been constantly reading ever since he was at the hospital. It was an odd book where each read through took longer than last time.

The main character of ‘Twilight Struggles’ was an old...