Mama is dead.
"I'll always be there for you, even if you don't see me. I'll forever be by your side, Hyung-nim."
I was three years old when I witnessed the murder.
Mama was a famous pop idol, adored by many, worshipped by more.
Her admiration couldn't have been more dangerous as it was.
With growing populations of fans who have developed a parasocial relationship with Mama, she was bound to have at least five stalkers.
Life is unfair, I learned that quite early.
With just the actions of one, it can affect the lives of so many others.
It's crazy what a knife can do to a person.
"Mama will always be here to protect you both, I'll love you forever."
A knife wielded by the stalker that killed my mother.
I can still remember my reflection on it.
I couldn't even take a good look at Mama.
All I saw was my pathetic self, helpless and crying like the baby I was.
This time, things have changed.
I'm no longer a baby.
I have a choice.
Wouldn't you say a knife is the perfect tool to repay a murderer?
You see Mama, you've given birth to a loyal subordinate.
A murderer crafted by your own murder.
All your fans can have a meet-and-greet with you in heaven, I suppose.
Most of them are in hell.
I've personally sent them all there.
Now, Mama-killer, what are your last words?
Too late, you don't deserve any closure.
I'm sorry Mama, but I'm a criminal.