Prologue
I was there when it happened.
And I felt it.
The pain.
The emotions.
They never left me.
They stayed.
So did he.
He enjoyed it.
He judged.
Images I cannot forget.
Innocence has not existed for a long time.
Not for me.
I am guilty.
But he is more so.
I lost.
My life.
My innocence.
And I received nothing in return.
Except this:
I saw him.