Crying, the only thing I remember was my mother's crying as my father left us, a father whose face I don't even remember. I was only two years old and I didn't quite understand what was happening .... but since then nothing has been more normal for me.

Syringes, syringes of all kinds and lengths and substances, substances that my mother called "medicines". Every week the same story ... a suspicious guy came into our house and gave my mother a new "medicine" to add to her collection, by now she had more than 2000 bottles, then, as soon as the guy left, she took a syringe, filled it with liquid and injected it into my arm, to "test it" she said. "Medicines" are very bad, especially if you are only 6 years old.

The doorbell rings, I open the door, take the gentleman to my room and once I have accompanied him to the exit I withdraw the money. I've been doing this every day for 10 years now.

I go back to the living room and see my mother injecting herself with a dose of "medicine", or rather psychotropic drugs mixed with drugs, then she turns around and sees me, her daughter, a 16-year-old girl born as a result of a ruined perservative when she was 19 years, an ERROR; taken by hatred walks towards me and begins to insult me, then takes the usual dagger stained with dried blood and begins to hurt me.

It has been like this for years now and I'm used to it, my perception of pain is below average, even if not absent and my wounds heal in an impressive way. The only real damage my mother did to me was when she cut off my left eye making it useless at the age of 10, while under the influence of some hallucinogen.

Then came that day, my 17th birthday. I do not remember anything of what happened, in fact I often fall asleep for hours and wake up in a different place to the one where I fell asleep, sometimes in the backyard with some dead animal in front, but I thought it was just sleepwalking and many coincidences.

I was doing my usual job to pay for mom's "meds" and our food, no school fees, I've never attended those places, when at some point I go into a trans state and when I wake up my client was lying dead before me. In anxiety I hid all the evidence and the corpse and luckily no one ever found the poor man.

But now I wanted some answers. Without waiting a moment I rushed to my mother's room where there was the only computer in the house and looking on the internet I found a chilling truth ... I had another person's consciousness and personality inside me.

So I took a sheet of paper and after several attempts managed to contact the other me; she said her name was Tyah and she wanted to help me fulfill my wish and when I asked her what wish she was talking about she said the simplest truth: "You want your mother's death, you hate her" Later she asked me if I wanted to collaborate with her and become a killer, I now had nothing to lose, no friends, no family and no dignity, these things were stolen from me a long time ago, so I accepted, but to a condition ...

I wanted to kill my mother consciously.

A week later I took my mother from behind while, thanks to the surprise effect, I injected her with a very high dose of "medicine" making her faint, then I violently stabbed her 6 or 7 times and finally stole all of Mom's "medicines", together to the syriges and the dagger and I ran away from home happy at last after 17 years of suffering.

But there was something inside of me ... Tyah wants more blood