Twenty-four Hours 2- Sins

There is a mistake in all of this.A misplaced note that clashes in the song, like one too many F-sharps in a theoretically perfect melody.A problem in the planning of the outline, a big problem that goes to bend the calculus and make it unpredictable, more unpredictable even than a mad man. Maybe I can use it. Maybe I can use the mistake to my own benefit and arrange everything in perfect order, as it is supposed to be placed, for that matter, but to do that I have to predict the unpredictable.Perhaps I can still use each of them, making them even better puppets. But I have to wait for the right moment, otherwise this situation will be useless.I have two main enemies in the middle of it here, but everything will be under control.They must die, as it is desired. They must suffer, as it is demanded by my creator.And we are only at the beginning of the real game, the cog has moved, but not yet enough to get it going.Death is at the doorstep, but it is not black that dresses it