*Shiro ||They left him bleeding in a cell, but claim to talk about justice it was really funny in his eyes. It was funny a little, but in the end the same feeling Shiro came to ignore was the same one that saved his life.

Ironic.

Refusing to fight the feeling because of what it does, but it returned in a totally different way.

Acceptance.

Shiro would come to fully accept this feeling and slowly earned hate for those involved or the police in general. He could see there true nature and they ganged up on him.

No honor in the way they fight, but it will be corrected sooner or later. This wasn't just a feeling anymore this murderous urge would find itself being apart of Shiro's life.

It took only a little to push him over the edge and finally he's here.

Shiro was left in the room, giving off a stronger murderous feeling and would likely act on that feeling if anyone got close. He crossed his legs and closed his eyes. . .the clock ticking slowly and slowly in his mind while counting the days.

He had his eye out on one person here and she'd pay for her words even if her actions didn't affect him.

Slowly down the line he'd take them one by one till they weren't around anymore. They would each get a chance to taste his vengeance, but for now he'd accept there actions of that as cowards.

Cowards that don't understand, but they wouldn't last very long. . . not with these actions.