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Next update: Saturday

Today was the last physiotherapy session and my ankle has been doing better. It's been one month since the incident that happened on the camp. However I expected the police to reach me, but they never reached me. According to my friend, the case was closed with a tag line of suicide but it makes no sense, why would someone cut their limp and then die?

Lyla said I should be happy that my name wasn't dragged out and I shouldn't worry about it because that man was an assassin. But for some unknown reason I can't move my sight from everything that happened earlier. The photographs that showed cruelty are still unfolding in front of my eyes like the old cassettes and yes, my friend was’nt wrong when she said that when the body fell on the ground it felt as if he was begging on his knees for forgiveness.

I am curious to know the artist behind the cruelty. The hands who dismembered the body without a second thought, the eyes who lacked humanity to an extent that they didn't blink a bit before he dislimped him.