berlin is a city filled with ghosts. it's filled with the memory of a soul divided under its vibrance and inspiration, under its guilt and angst. but above all, it's a city built upon a haunted psyche trying to move forward and build a new sense of self.

of course i would come here. i needed its help, a spiritual sister who's suffered trauma under its resilient, stoic facade.

i had my breakthrough yesterday.

i understand now.

i am not the ghost.

the ghost.

his name is eli.

i trusted him but that had no value to him. he promised to make sure that no one could ever come near me because i belonged to him.

i've fought his grip for 7 years, becoming so powerful and expansive that he and those like him would never be able to have any power or over me. yet, he has managed to succeed in his original intention.

a person intent on evil can fulfill his intentions by haunting you in the darkest refuges of night, waiting in the shadows until the moment you feel you are safe, the moment you feel you are anonymous, the moment you feel you are whole again.

and then out of nowhere, he appears with his sword and the devil's smile and you realize, he will always find you. because he's inside you.

the man is dead to me.

but now, how to kill a ghost.