The cruelty of this entire mess was placed upon my shoulders, and all I could seem to feel in that moment in time was anger. I couldn't handle the pain of losing anybody else, and all because I hadn't paid closer attention to all the details. The massive amount of lives lost was technically, in so many ways, my fault. No matter what I'd looked back on, the truth seemed to fall back to me.

But then, there was the actual truth. The endless black pit in my stomach showed me everything, and it told me to do the right thing. But could I really?

Living in such denial was killing me. Maybe I was still alive, and maybe I didn't even deserve to be, but if I could save just one life, then the truth will set me free.

At this moment in the story, I'm standing before the culprit responsible for all of this, and they're facing me in such spite. But when I look far beyond the spite and disbelief, I see nothing more than simply a dark mind trying to cover their tracks.

In an alley in the middle of the night, the cold wrapping around me like a blanket, my lips spoke few words, one sentence; "The truth is the hardest pill to swallow." 

With widening eyes, and the raising of a hand, this mastermind had two more pieces on the chess board than I had, and I was unsure of the next move that they'd make.

But I made sure I placed my bishops just right, and looked above me where I knew the whole thing was just a set up.

This is it - this is The Epidemic.

 It's the biggest one this city's ever seen, and I would stop it at all costs.