Joacim looked into his dog's eyes.
For years he has been claiming that dogs aren't what they
seem to be.
Something else is around us...
He approached his desk, opened the drawer and took out his
Glock 7 pistol.
The gun was beautiful, no doubt about that.
Perfectly light, comfortable in hand.
"I wonder how can this tool of darkness be beautiful", he
then wondered to himself.

With no further hesitation, Joacim changed his pijamas into
his daily clothing - simple jeans and some dark t-shirt.
Equipped with his pistol, he exitted the house and started
moving, as he's watching around for anything suspecious.

All along the way Joacim took deep breaths, trying to
perform some sort of meditation, relaxing himself.
The sky literally hypnotized him, as it always do.
People passing by in the street, looking straight into your
eyes, your soul, checking you.

Joacim's mind wasn't distracted not for one second, as the
anger festering inside him kept his mind busy in one thing.

Arriving at this guy's house, Brad.
Joacim felt the dark desires reaching out for him again, as
if as it was fighting with his pure and good heart again.

He's in total chaos now.

Hold on to the gun, NEVER let go of the gun!

Joacim stepped towards the door, carefully scanning the area
for people.
He knocked on the door, still holding the pistol in his
hand.

"I'm coming!"
He heard Brad yelling as he's running to open the door for
him.

The door opened before him.
Amazingly empty of all feelings, desires and hopes, Joacim
pointed the gun straight at Brad's chest, saying the
following sentence:

"People have no right to ruin other's worlds. Did god ever
give you permission to do that? I don't remember such
event."

Joacim learned to channel his dark wills into reality that
day.
Brad had become the first victim of a child, a little naive
child, who was no more than just a humble man, wishing to
play his given role in life.