Justice had always been right, and my belief in it had never wavered, but in this moment, I realized something.
That justice is sometimes the entity that issues the cruelest command.

Since some point in my childhood, I had been learning how to endure pain. At first, I was scared, it hurt, and the words "Why are you hitting me?" rose to my throat—but as time passed, enduring became a habit, and not crying became a virtue.

When being hit becomes routine, a person might not even realize they are breaking. Just getting hit again, I'll just endure it again. That's how, day by day, I quietly shattered.

Then one day, a rather bold child appeared before my eyes. A child who couldn't stand injustice, someone whose reach was unnecessarily broad. You pulled me out of that inescapable prison of hell and taught me what warmth was. That's why, to become like you—the embodiment of justice—I lived with the dream of becoming a police officer planted in my heart.

Of course, that was until tonight, when I saw the horrifying and sickening sight of you—the one who was supposed to be just—killing a person down in this alleyway.

....It's not true, is it? Right, it can't be you. Please, just answer me...