The White Demon

Here again. The motionless hands confirm this is my dimension. I check my injections; the dosage was high. I'll correct it. When they wake up, they scream the same things they always do. Then they see me and fall silent. They remember me as someone useful or close. None of those people ever existed. Some cannot even recognize me; perhaps the drugs worked well. I don't want them to recognize me. Those who do not identify me survive. Those who do, die. — Welcome Paul Gerson, you are at your judgment. It always happens the same way: questions, screams, insults. — WHY CAN'T I MOVE!? — The injection didn't just leave you unconscious, it also left you paralyzed. Save yourself the effort. When they become irritating... — I'LL KILL YOU!! I place a cloth in their mouth. I don't like noise. —I can see that look. I've seen it hundreds of times. Everyone asks: What did I do to deserve this? I'll answer you. My real memories do not deserve to be used here. I access my mental filing system. Folder: Violet Gerson. — Your mother possessed a considerable fortune. She was murdered without any trace of the culprit. That is when they usually react. I continue. —I went to the scene after the police left. I have an arrangement with them. Second opinions in exchange for unrestricted access. The crime occurred 40 hours ago. The children were interrogated for up to 8 hours. After that, the culprit would disappear. Very little time. —Crime scenes speak. You only need to know how to …