"Somehow, this place has a peaceful, beautiful scenery. And why is it so light and colorless? When has my life become so colorless, I wonder? Even though I'm running out of breath and sweating, I wonder why my fingertips and hands and feet are so cold? Even though when I exhale, my breath is white, as if I'm warm, why is my head pounding with a cold sound, I wonder?
"That's right, my head is always cold. Since the time Sandra died, always. It's as Ian said, I'm a murderer. From now on, I'm going to live for the rest of my life as a murderer. That's why it's completely natural for my hands to be cold. I can see the the grey monotones of the woods in Lynn Forest. It's not because of winter. My head is white, what I see with my eyes is cold, colorless, without warmth. This is the world that I, a murderer, live in."
-from Zankoku na Kami ga Shihai suru