Or that is what he thought... I sent Kichil off to a structured dream inside the dream we are in right now. This structured dream didn't require much imagination, all I did was simply one simple thought, what Kichil would want to see. Turns out he wants to kill me and play with my corpse. Let him be for the moment being. I think it is funny to observe someone drowning in illusion, I will be so satisfied when he wakes up and understands that all this never happened, the disappointment will murder him mentally. Meanwhile, I will take a walk in his forest of memories, and learn everything I could about him. I am curious to learn about this lunatic's mind, pretty sure it is one big R-rated horror movie.

Well, I see, this guy lived most of his life in South Dakota, where naturally many native Americans from the Sioux tribes resided there. He lived with his grandparents, had 4 brothers and 2 sisters, and was the youngest. Turns out his grandfather was a Vietnam War veteran who always bragged about killing Vietnamese soldiers. rapping and killing Vietnamese women was his hobby back when he was in Vietnam. He even kept trophies of his atrocities, pictures to be more precise, and showed them to Kichil because he was his favorite. Like grandfather like a grandson, Kichil grew up to believe he was superior to others, killing one or two humans or even more wasn't a crime because he thought of it as him being above others like humans compared with pigs. He never dared to murder someone before, until he dropped out of high school and moved to Los Angelos to join a cult where most members believed in the old way of the Sioux tribes but with a switch. This cult based itself on the only shamanic ritual or ceremony. Which is the consumption of Ayahuasca to be in touch with their ancestors and seek guidance. The Night Soldier got hooked on that cocktail and abused it seeking fake enlightenment. One day, in one of their sessions, he finally reached that fake enlightenment and was able to contact his ancestors. His ancestors stated that he is the chosen one, but they are disappointed in him because he took too long to reach them. The first order they gave him was to murder all the cult members, and so he did. He was a skilled killer, by nature. He sliced and diced all of the members like it was a walk in the park. The problem was that these are all hallucinations, the dead stay dead, and they are gone. It was only schizophrenia playing games with him. This proceeded to go even worse when the so-called ancestors in his mind said that they were proud of him and will guide him. They chose him to be the one who would punish (kill) the heretics who defied these ancestors and his heritage in general. And so he went and executed everyone that was chosen by the ancestors or to be more precise, chosen by his twisted sick mind. One day, the police finally caught him because he always left many clues at the crime scene. The psychologist then profiled him and found out he was mentally insane and incapable of differing hallucinations and reality. They went on and locked him in an asylum until he finally could escape because of his newly acquired toy, the contract. I don't know what to say, I don't even feel like torturing him because he is already a lost soul, he is pathetic to me. I fast-forwarded to where he has hidden his contract, and what do you expect from a crazy person? The man swallowed his contract and now it resides in his stomach. I was done with his memories and I snapped out of his memories and woke up while leaving Kichil in that structured heaven dream I made for him. I barely could stand in the physical world because of how much my body was damaged and how much blood I lost. Today I have broken another limit, I am in perfect control of my psyche. I cut Kichils bungee cord and decided to bring him with me to my apartment for further thinking. I felt a presence watching me, is it a contract holder? Because if so, I will be in deep shit since I am in no condition to fight another contract holder. I turned quickly to look who it was, and phew, luckily for me, it was just The Earl sitting on a street light pole, eating popcorn while watching 2 insane men brawl for their lives. He then looked at me, smiled, and gave me the tip of the cap, as an expression of recognition and respect. I then gave him a cheeky smile and crawled back to my house while carrying this asylum escapee on my back. I finally reached my apartment, I am quite surprised that I still didn't lose consciousness. I entered my apartment and put Kichil on the ground of the living room, I laid him on his back, took off my bloody clothes, and put them in the washing machine. I then went back to Kichil who was still in La La Land, and inserted my hand inside his stomach , successfully getting my hands on the contract. I stood there, naked and bloody in front of him while holding his contract, while sunbathing in the rays of the sunrise. I was proud that I got rid of a low life like him, there was no way in hell I would recruit him to my Church Of Truth even if he begged, I do not trust lunatics, they are like rabid animals, they are unexpected...